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goosy-kind of mood I was in, I had to take it one step further. I stared at the bell until I could stare no more and then I broke out into song accompanied by the cashier's bell. I wish you could have been there, it was spectacular.
• "I heard you the first time," the voice exploded from the back of the store. "I'll get there when I get there and not a second sooner."
• I smiled to myself and reminded myself that nobody was going to spoil my mood of happiness today. Then I saw her stomping up the aisle towards the cashier counter where I was waiting. If looks could kill, and I am not so sure they can't, I would have died on the spot.
• I do not think steam was coming out her ears, but I am not absolutely sure about that. I know there was fire in her eyes, which were focused in my direction like a laser beam. When she got to the counter she growled, "Are you the one ringing the bell?"
• With my finger on the bell, and nobody else in the store, it was hard to answer in the negative. In fact, it was hard for me to say anything while she was looking at me the way she was looking at me. She stared for a moment, at least it was something close to a stare that burrowed itself deep into my soul and that goosy-kind of feeling evaporated.
• "It's customers like you," she snarled, "that makes my day terrible."
• She then looked at the one item I had laying on the counter for her to ring up. She looked at it, and then looked up at me and then looked back at the item on the counter.
• Hissing like I have never heard hissing before, "Is this what you're making all that racket about?"
• Did you ever have a day when you felt like crawling into a groundhog hole and

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