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| Camille Calvin only carries a pint of
cranberry juice. Helps bladder infections, or so her mother always says.
She has been waiting in line for over ten minutes, ten long and annoying
minutes. Camille concentrates on the fingers of the clerk, straining her
neck to see past the four shoppers still ahead in line. She watches the
plodding fingers: scanning items, entering codes, making change. |
| Patience,
be patient, Camille repeats in her mind like a mantra.
Maybe the clerk is disabled or arthritic or braindead. Patience, be patient. |
| In response to the repeated whines of
a woman behind her, Camille finally lets loose: "For god's sake, we could
boycott this store. Personally, I¹m going to write the mayor and complain
to the owner. And file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau." |
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