The Grocery "Shopper"

after she scribbled out a nervous check, she looked up at me as if I was more tempting than the half pound of potato salad she was paying for.

As I arranged the paper bags under the register, I heard a few groceries thump onto my conveyor belt. I stood up to meet eyes with that woman who had started coming in every day that I worked. The fluorescent light bouncing off the yellow shelves only accentuated how yellow her teeth were, but after she scribbled out a nervous check, she looked up at me as if I was more tempting than the half pound of potato salad she was paying for. No one had ever looked at me that way before.