Jeff

Jeff sighed. He hated working at this discount mega-store. He hated being called a “team member” instead of “employee.” It was insulting to his intelligence. Several states away some executives were congratulating themselves, “They’ll stop complaining about if they think they’re ‘taking one for the team!’”

“Hello?” someone said, “Excuse me.” A hand waved in front of Jeff’s face.

“Sorry,” Jeff said shaking his head.

The woman’s hair was blue and black, and she had a few facial piercings. “I’m looking for the dog food,” she said.

“Aisle Ten.”

The woman raced off without another word. Jeff went back to daydreaming.