Story a day: 9.21.16

“Mr. Smith, you forgot your change.”

The cashier blushed at me.

“I don’t think I’m owed any,” I said.

“Just take it,” he said. “Also, could you sign this?”

I signed the receipt and the cashier ran giggling from the store with it clutched in his hands.

I left the store shaking my head. Then my phone vibrated.

“Smith, you wonderful mother fucker,” my agent blared, “you got the gig. You’re gonna be famous.”

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