“Nice tattoo. Do you really like lions or something?” Said the cashier to the bagger.
“Yeah, but like mainly it’s cuz I’ve always been alone.”
The cashier tried his best not to say it but there were no customers and it was late and life had not turned out his way. “What do you mean?”
“Like, I’ve always been on my own so I got a tattoo of a lion, ya know?”
“Ok, But don’t lions live in groups? They even have a special name, a pride.”
“Yeah but like some of them live alone. I looked it up.”
“Hi, how are you doing tonight? Yeah, the dead ones.”
“You wouldn’t understand. I’m just different. I can’t really explain it.”
After getting into his 2000 Camry to go home the cashier found himself pausing before turning the key over and looking up “do lipns liv alone” but google got the jist. A quick scan of the summaries underneath the provided links proved that in general, lions live in groups but there are certain ones that live by themselves. The cashier glanced up at the bus stop, the bagger was sitting by himself vaping and scrolling on his phone. For a brief moment the cashier considered going over and offering the younger man a ride, he could even tell him that there are some lions that do live alone. But still, thats a dumb animal to pick, I mean moose exist.
He turned on his car pulled out on to the darkened street. Hopefully his roommate was still awake, he needed someone to talk to.
Electric Absalom 