Miss C and the ever so charming cashier.

Miss C had to stop at the drugstore this evening. As Miss C got up to the cash register she was treated to the delightful sight of the fat cashier, shoving her arm up under her shirt, and scratching around under the front of her bra. As the woman dug around her sagging flesh, she ignored Miss C in order to continue a conversation with a woman standing nearby. They spoke of drunkeness and the type of liquor used to get that way. Miss C was adressed once and asked if her card was ATM or credit? The cashier rang up the items with one hand as she continued to hunt for the vermin living underneath her breast flaps. Then the cashier halfway pushed Miss C's items in a plastic bag and left them where they lay, so that Miss C had to finish putting the items into the bag herself. This is pretty typical service for the bay area, but not often does the cashier emulate a monkey in public, thank the Lord!