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I’m feelin’ all hype, but then—boom—some creep rolls up, actin’ shady. I’m like, “Who’s this fool?” She’s all calm, tho, whisperin’, “He’s a regular, chill.” I’m shook—how she so cool with that? Reminds me of that line, “The hood’s got no mercy!”—and it don’t. She’s out here dodgin’ weirdos, makin’ bank, and I’m just tryna keep up.

First customer walks in. This dude is like a tornado. He’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. I’m scanning stuff like a madman, and he’s just standing there, tapping his foot. Like, bro, I’m not a magician! I can’t make your groceries appear faster. Finally, he pays, but then he drops his change everywhere. I’m talking coins rolling under the shelves, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”