oh the underestimation of Harts employees

So, I'm waiting patiently for two women to fill their cups up with bone-withering soda at my tiny spaced local gas station so that I can have my daily refill. They're chatting away-one in particular is really doing all the talking-when I notice a pile up of very thirsty patrons behind me. There was the toe tapping cowboy, the oblivious mom on the cell phone tuning out three rowdy toddlers begging for candy & the 50 yr old with a dyke-spike hairdo & killer gum-popping skills.
The two women at the filling station were painfully talking up a storm, absorbed in the conversation of Prada bags & the latest mani-pedi that went awry. The topic briskly turned to lent, and the sacrifice it took to give up Baked Lays for a week. She had only had 3 days to go and was certain she could do it. I followed them at the register where the conversation continued and a brilliantly intelligent cashier said, "Maybe you should have given up talking for lent."

that cashier got a round of applause from the whole store.