@jennskates — long days and broken glass.
location: Blue Sage Apothecary. time: early morning.
Naomi had continuously attempted to stretch the knick from her neck periodically throughout her early morning shift at Blue Sage Apothecary. She needed a new mattress, but a new mattress meant money, something she. was in short supply of these days. The impulse buying and late night infomercials didn’t help much either. Though the thought of how much new bedding she could afford was replaced by another when green eyes had come to focus on the bottles she had been mindlessly setting on the shelf nearly too tall for her short stature to reach. All this time working here and Naomi didn’t think to reap some sort of benefit by finding something to cure the kink. But that was a thought that had gone just as quickly as it came. One that was now proceeded by profanity. “Shit,” Naomi murmured when one of the glass bottles she had just stocked the shelf with fell to the ground. Of course it shattered everywhere, the clear liquid puddled around her white hightop converse. The real cherry on top though had been the individual who proceeded to walk forward right into that glass mess just to ask a question that was clearly labeled on the bottle.
“Oh, no sir you’re going to —”
“Is this glass?” He was stern in his delivery as he glanced down to the obvious remnants of the bottle crushed beneath his feet.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Sir you’re stepping on glass please step back.”
“I could sue.”
Really? That’s where this whole thing was going? Naomi gave him a narrowed eyed glare, a moment of her less than professional behavior that flickered across her features. She cleared her throat. “Okay,” she breathed. “Sir you’re not injured and I was going to clean this up so —”
“You saw this?” The man turned to question another customer, a young unsuspecting woman. Blonde hair, a comparable stature to Naomi and someone she had recognized as a frequent customer. “Hey, girl,” the man gave a snap of his fingers and pointed to the glass beneath his shoes and puddle of liquid by Naomi’s own. “Negligence, isn’t it,” he clarified.
This was going to be a long day.