Guitar Center

I walked into guitar center, knowing exactly what I needed to buy. A mini, midi keyboard. I scoped it out and took it to the register. I always try to get in and out of there as quick as possible, as it’s one of my most dreaded errands. I waited in line forever, keyboard in hand, while the sweet employee endured some heavy gear talk with a long haired, middle aged man. At the other register, a woman that I’d gotten into a fight with and walked out on, during a past errand, was ringing up another customer. Slowly. She and I had both been wearing blue eyeliner, and I haven’t worn it since. I said a little prayer asking for her transaction to take longer. 

My prayer was answered, and the sweet-seeming guy invited me to be next. I moved forward and he realized that his register wasn’t working. We walked down some stairs, with a metal banister held up by metal bars, to another register. We passed by two little girls, playing with dolls, clearly waiting for their dad to finish his gear tal…