Get A Snack At 4am Cashier Novels & Stories

I lay back for a second… just to rest my eyes. Next thing I know... I’m waking up again. I blink, reaching for my phone. 3:00 a.m. Perfect. I sit up immediately. “Time to go.” I grab my bag, my water bottle, and head downstairs. The lobby is quiet with just a young girl behind the desk, barely paying attention. “I’m checking out,” I say. She looks up, nods. “Alright, ma’am. Have a nice day. Don’t forget to fill out the survey.”

Anny’s voice pulled me back. I stood quickly. “Yeah?” “They said it might take a while. You wanna go grab snacks from the vending machine or something?” “Sure.” We walked to the end of the hallway, near the elevators. The machine hummed quietly, glowing with the promise of overpriced chips and watered-down juice. “Pick something,” I told her, slipping a note into the machine. Anny smirked. “This is a nice treat.” I rolled my eyes. “Only on special days like hospital check-ups.”

With that, he hung up and reached over to kill the power to the entire communication system. The cabin fell into a haunting silence. "How could you turn off the radio?" I hissed. Corey pulled a pack of chips from his bag. "He yapped too much. It's giving me a headache. These country folk have zero class and even less medical knowledge." He pointed toward an upcoming off-ramp. "Move it. Exit here. I just remembered that the viral bakery in Brackford is having a sale today. My daughter loves their strawberry mousse. If we're late, the line will be out the door."

They refill my water and give me some more bread. The cheese is still so stretchy and fresh, so I snack and wait. 8:28. 8:36. 8:53. 9:19. 9:24… By 9:40, I put my phone down, staring at the empty seat across from me. …It’s finally occurred to me that today’s April 1(st).

“You should turn it down while you can, because even at the slightest mistake I will fire you.” “Thank you, Mr. Smith. For giving us this wonderful opportunity to prove ourselves to you,” Crystal squealed in delight. “We promise not to disappoint you.” Crystal rolled in her bed, her stomach grumbling, she wiped off the path of saliva from her lower lips. She picked her new phone and checked the time. It was past three am in the morning and she was hungry, she knew the maids would be asleep...after all, they are humans and they need rest.

The small grocery store down the street had a single cashier and two old women arguing near the frozen section. “I told you, Doris, that brand has too much salt.” “Edna, I’ve been eating this for forty years, and I’m still alive, aren’t I?” The cashier, a bored-looking teenager with a lip ring, barely acknowledged me as I grabbed a basket. I moved through the aisles quickly, picking up the essentials—instant noodles, crackers, ginger tea. Without wasting time, I walked back to the counter to check out my stuff, my glasses perched on my nose to shield my identity. A few minutes later, I had finished paying for my stuff and I walked outside to wait for a cab.

she nods. "Okay. I'll grab two and eat them on my way to work." "Great!" *** "Heeey, why in such a hurry?" "I'm late!" I bump into the cleaning lady as I fly through the staff exit. "Silly, you're not late! In fact, you're half an hour early!" "Wait, how?!" "It's 7:30 AM, love." I look at the big clock hanging on the wall of the bar and that's right, it's 7:30 AM! Hell, my mother woke me up way too early!

Holding it open with her foot, she picked up the tray again and slipped inside the room. “Alright. Most of the staff has gone home for the night. But like always, they leave something for those that get the munchies during the night. So you get what we got. Roast beef sandwiches with Monterey jack cheese. I heated them up for you. I found potato salad, various vegetables cut for snacking and dip to go with it too. At this hour, I went with a glass of milk and one of juice. It might be mango. There’s water too. Finally, for desert it appears there were a couple of cupcakes left over.”

She had the sweetest voice I had ever heard, but something told me that she was going to be my problem child this year. “Meal times will be assigned to you on your schedules. If you miss those times, there are vending machines in the common rooms, along with microwaves. You can also have your parents or guardian send you care packages. There are few exceptions to cafeteria access after your scheduled times, and today is one of those. We have provided you with donuts, fruits, bagels and cereal for breakfast. I ask that you eat quickly so we can continue on that tour,” I said and had Candy and Gavin show them to the area where it was provided.

I thought grimly. I paid in cash—a habit I’d picked up forty-eight hours ago to avoid Damon’s digital tether—and walked out into the cool night air. I didn't see the shadow by the cart return. I didn't see the flash of a smartphone lens from the interior of a parked silver minivan. I just wanted to go home, eat a handful of sugar, and plan my next move. The blow fell at 10:00 AM the next morning. I was sitting on the floor of the playroom, watching the girls actually eat—victory!—when my phone began to vibrate so violently it skittered across the hardwood.