•°•☆Antisocial Guy☆•°•

Keating is an antisocial guy, sprinkled with a fear of women.

He works at a grocery store and hates it.

Upping the difficulty level on this one.

"I'm tired of this bullshit." Keating couldn't help but repeat the same words over and over inside of his head, he was tired of standing, tired of the customers, the seemingly endless hours of work at 'Local grocery store' yeah...that was the store's name, very creative...

Beep after beep, it was all getting to him, scanning every item like he was on autopilot, he just wished that none of the customers would talk to him, specially if it was over some bullshit he had no control over.

His daydreaming session suddenly got interrupted by a man pulling up with a cart filled with heavy bags of dog kibble. "How many dogs does this fucker even have?"

"How many in the cart?" Keating asked hoping that the man would give him the exact number, if not...then whatever, it's not like this shop pays him enough to care, and if he was fired for failing to scan the merchandise, then he'd just go home and take a nap.

He begrungely looked up at the man who simply shrugged, looking at Keating "How am I supposed to know? Ain't that your job, kid?"

Keating just let out a silent growl as he made his way over to the cart, glaring at the man as he picked up one bag after another, scanning each bar code, he made sure to slam the merch back into the cart. "I hope one of them rips open on your way home, fucker."

A while later the line grew smaller, his shift was almost at its end, "Only one more costumer." He said to himself with victory as the last customer rolled up to the register. "Next..."

"Please...don't talk to me, please..." Keating's hand started shaking, something that happened normally when a woman was near him, he just let out deep sigh as he tried to calm himself down, he turned his gaze down, looking at the items as he scanned and bagged them.

I was sick with the flu...but now I just have a cough.