Karen came back with her receipt. Said I “double-charged the Bounty.” I apologized and offered a refund. She declined. Said she “just wanted it acknowledged.”

I nodded. The belt kept moving. The items didn’t.

The elderly man had vanished. But his wallet was still there.

I paged Tabitha to the front. She took one look at me and smirked. Slammed her Big Gulp on the register. “It’s called customer service, Evan.”

A child screamed in Aisle 8. We don’t have an Aisle 8.

I shredded the return slip anyway.

This is fine.

It’s always been fine.

Everything is—

everything.

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