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Chapter Twenty-One: Mister Barcode And Miss Receipt
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2025-06-26 08:08:24It was the one day of the year when chaos was not just allowed—it was encouraged.
Halloween at BuyMore.A glorious mess of polyester wigs, dollar-store capes, and enough glitter to haunt the breakroom floor until Christmas. Every year, corporate sent a halfhearted “costume guidelines” memo that no one read, and every year the staff outdid themselves in terms of creativity, sarcasm, and absolute disregard for dignity.Callie stood in the employee entrance hallway, adjusting the last safety pin on her outfit. A long strip of white cloth with printed faux items, random prices, and barcodes ran down her front like a dress. She even wore a lanyard at her neck with a sticker that read: Customer Copy.She looked ridiculous.Which, frankly, was the point.“Tell me you’re not actually wearing that all day,” Brenda said as she walked in, heels clicking.Callie raised an eyebrow. “Says the woman dressed like 1990s Julia Roberts.”
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