The Cashier By Naomi Ruth Freeman The cashier was a little out of the ordinary. Scary, actually. It was entirely possible that he was the scariest cashier I’d ever laid eyes on. Long pitch-black hair had been worked into ominous spikes protruding from his scalp. A wide array of pins, studs, barbells, screws, and other interesting-looking “jewelry” ornamented his face and body. Thick black eyeliner and dark macabre attire further accented his grim appearance. How out of place he looked in this small-town store filled with brightness and sunshine! How did he get here? Thoughts of him crawling out,of a dark murky hole from the underbelly of the earth flashed through my mind. That wasn’t the only thing flashing through my mind, though. Thoughts of stolen,credit card numbers, stolen identities, and all manner of anxiety-driven notions were also bouncing about in there. Continue reading: chabad.org/2208837 How would YOU have reacted?
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