Cashier Lives
As everyone knows, life passes with such difficulties. When you entered a shopping mall, you were going to buy three or five things and then you saw that you were a hundred and fifty years old. You come home, you have either ten or fifteen cent left in your pocket. The child who will go to school tomorrow also needs pocket money, a kiss on the cheek, you make the sentence "Hand it off, baby, I'll give you two days at once" as a shield and try to get away.
We went in the evening hours, take him inside the market, buy this, take this, it was not enough, take another one. Come to the cashier, "You didn't have a credit book, right, if you write it this time, I'll pay later." The cashier girl looks at me nasty. "I know you're joking, sir, will it ever be here?" What kind of minds do I have? "Our grocer, brother Hidayet, writes, but why don't you do this writing job?"
Most of the time, my shopping comes in the evening hours because I leave work late. I shop at almost the same grocery stores. "If I don't get a receipt, if you drop the glass, I swear, our grocer, Hidayet brother, often falls."
The financers are walking around, I say sometimes right at the cash register. They would be surprised if the company that issues an official and regular receipt is also the financier, what if it doesn't? They look at my face and say, "What's it going to be?" What will happen, girl? Single financiers were wondering if there were beautiful cashier girls here, and they were wondering if we could be friends with one of them and hang out seriously or take a step towards marriage.