28 GLORY WALKER
October 26
The Walmart checkout line moved faster than I thought it would. I was hopin’ to catch up on what the Kardashians were doin’, but didn’t want to add the Star magazine I was flippin’ through to my cart. The cashier was a heavy lookin’ guy with ginger hair, light brown eyes, and freckles on his pink splotched cheeks. He was breathin’ through his mouth and was makin’ a kind of snortin’ sound that made me want to wretch. I watched him as he scanned my things and didn’t imagine the look on his face would be any different if he were shovelin’ piles of manure from one corner of the room to another. His name tag read: Hi, My Name is Corey.
“That’ll be eighty-nine dollars and sixty-seven cents,” Corey said without lookin’ at me. I handed him my credit card. He swiped it
