Fill: Challenge #45 (Orig)
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"All right, ma'am," he drawled as he read the display on the cash register. "The total is twenty-four dollars and forty-eight cents, with tax."
As she laid the plastic card on the counter next to her purchase, he pulled a card receipt form and a pen from beneath the counter. He flipped the card so he could read it and began copying the information onto the form. "It'll be a moment," he explained as he wrote. "The imprinter broke and the bank won't send a new one, so..."
"That's okay," she replied and turned to Marjorie. "Do you think this is good enough? I feel like I'm mollifying her with a shiny bauble."
"You already know I think it's too much." Crossing her arms, she settled back and clucked her tongue. "An apology's all that's needed. She can deal with her hurt feelings on her own."
Rachel took the form and pen from the clerk and hesitated a moment before signing her name on the line. She bit her lip, holding her breath as he tore the copy and put it on top of the box, rumpled the carbon and threw it in the wastebasket, then slid the purchase and receipt into a fresh new shopping bag. "Here you go, ma'am. Thanks for shopping at Gilbert's!"
She took the bag and shrugged. "I guess it's done."
"All right, ma'am," he drawled as he read the display on the cash register. "The total is twenty-four dollars and forty-eight cents, with tax."
As she laid the plastic card on the counter next to her purchase, he pulled a card receipt form and a pen from beneath the counter. He flipped the card so he could read it and began copying the information onto the form. "It'll be a moment," he explained as he wrote. "The imprinter broke and the bank won't send a new one, so..."
"That's okay," she replied and turned to Marjorie. "Do you think this is good enough? I feel like I'm mollifying her with a shiny bauble."
"You already know I think it's too much." Crossing her arms, she settled back and clucked her tongue. "An apology's all that's needed. She can deal with her hurt feelings on her own."
Rachel took the form and pen from the clerk and hesitated a moment before signing her name on the line. She bit her lip, holding her breath as he tore the copy and put it on top of the box, rumpled the carbon and threw it in the wastebasket, then slid the purchase and receipt into a fresh new shopping bag. "Here you go, ma'am. Thanks for shopping at Gilbert's!"
She took the bag and shrugged. "I guess it's done."