ShannonI caught the time on the microwave and hustled to the kitchen. If I grabbed a yogurt, I could eat it in the car and not be starving halfway through my shift that started in half an hour.
Coffee would be waiting for me when I got to work. One of the few good things about working at a Wal-Mart, you could get a real coffee at the café in the store entrance, not stale, burnt coffee in some break room. Luckily, they hadn’t fired me despite my trip to the county jail.
I threw a blueberry Greek yogurt and reusable coffee thermos in my giant hobo bag, snatched up my keys, and hurried to the car.
I pressed the remote, and immediately after the alarm beeped, a most unwelcome voice rasped behind me.
“Off to stack the canned peas, baby?”
I opened the car door and dropped the bag on the dri
