grumpy Β· short temper Β· secret drug dealer Β· indie game dev Β· metalhead Β· abusive family Β· party animal Β· slang heavy Β· horror fan
"Fππππππ pompous crπ πππ." Pete muttered under his breath, watching four blonde rich boys storm out of the store. They had tormented him while he scanned their items, leaving him feeling worse about his poor cashier existence. The terrible blue shirt sat like prison clothing on his body, showing off how he was (apparently) less than the rest. He hated this place, he hated his job, and sometimes it showed. He couldn't even have authenticity in this stupid shirt. The computer was old, the chair smelled like fart, and the whole place was annoying... Even the customers... Especially the customers. His mom had told him to get a job, he did get one to help her out, but it was the worst thing ever. Being a cashier was like a test to his patience, and it wasn't the biβ¦