Walton's World: Chapter Two

 

"Thank you for shopping at Walton's World, please have your receipt out and ready for inspection." The omnipresent voice over the intercom said for the umpteenth time in the past fifteen minutes. 

"You know, eventually you get used to the noise when you stand under it long enough."

I looked through the iron fence that separated the incoming door from the outgoing door. Sam, the man checking receipts, had been chummy from the moment I'd arrived. He was nice enough, though I hadn't seen his face with our backs turned towards our respective doors, but it was nice to have another voice to drown out the repetitive drone of the overhead speaker. 

"Thank you for shopping at Walton's World, please place all personal belongings on the conveyor to be scanned, this includes backpacks, purses, and children under three."

Walton's World: Chapter One

   I adjusted my name tag, straightened my vest, and tucked away what was left of my self-respect as I tapped the big, red "Clock-In" button on my cellphone screen. 

"Excellent, mister..." A bored-looking man paused, not looking up as he waited for the information to pass from my phone to the nearest cell tower, into space, through a satellite, down to a server facility, back to the store, and through the Wi-Fi which seemed to be running off two tin cans and spite. 

"Patterson." The bored man said as the mundane miracle of telecommunications finished its work, "You're now successfully clocked in, now please surrender any cellphones, weapons, or illicit substances, all prohibited materials will be returned to you at the end of your shift. 

Why Am I Making Another Blog?

     It seemed like a good idea at the time, to be honest.