A Strip Mall

Hannah pushed the door open with a sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose with her other hand. Yet another day, yet another dollar, another eight hours working retail.

It wasn't all bad, per say. But she couldn't say she liked the job either. It was a straightforward nine to five, though she had to check in at eight, working the cashier at a relatively small hardware store.

It was an easy enough job, when customers could actually find their way around.

Being a hardware store, it was mostly visited by men, that being, older men. Guys in their 50s or older looking to start yet another home project. Which wouldn't be all that bad, except that these guys were always the type of people who simultaneously needed help, and would get angry when help was offered.

Hannah sighed again as she slipped on her basic blue employee apron with the company's logo on it. It wasn't all bad, she supposed. She could be without a job, and that'd be way worse.

She sat down at one of the two check-out stations, and she begrudgingly waited for the early birds to roll in.