Who: John Murphy and Open What: Trying to work. Trying. When: Early Monday morning Where: Walmart Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
As much as Murphy loved the life he had going on under the dome, there were times when he hated things just a little bit. Like the past few days, when he'd been unable to say anything at all. Well, out loud. Because he'd lucked out, he at least apparently now knew sign language. It was better than nothing, but it was still not how Murphy wanted to be trying to communicate with his customers.
Though half of them communicated via the incoherent rage-screams of the entitled, so at least now nobody was speaking English in the conversation.
Like now, when he was being forced to deal with a woman who, at the ungodly hour of six in the morning, was trying to buy alcohol. What he wanted to say was "Look, lady, the system won't let us do it for another hour, so either wander around for an hour until you can buy it or just go away".
What he did was point to the woman, to the sign very clearly displaying sale times, to the alcohol, to the sign again, back to the woman. He was rewarded with some rather colorful cursing as the woman stormed away. And yes, he absolutely flipped her off behind her back as she left.
He hated whoever had scheduled him this early. Officially hated them.