Slow day.

Erica soon found herself bored. It was not a busy shift, there were no sales or promotions, just casual shoppers, most of which kept to themselves.

After a few hours, even though it was discouraged, Erica found herself leaning against the ledge behind her, trying to find discrete ways to pass the time.

She wished she could get her phone out or study or something, but ended up settling for humming a new pop song she had heard and tapping her fingers on the surfaces of her cashiers' stand.

"Surely, it can't be that slow." Erica jumped at the voice, but it wasn't one of her managers. Nancy chuckled at her reaction.

"Don't do that," Erica groused at her coworker.

Nancy raised her hands in surrender, but was still grinning as she walked away to punch in and start her own shift.

Erica watched her walk away and didn't notice as one of the (few) shoppers walked up to her stand. "Excuse me, can I get a price check on this?"