The lonely life of a food court check out girl...

"It's coffee," he says as he handed her his card. "Credit of debit?" She says this so naturally, almost like they were her first words. Behind them, the sound of cardboard boxes are being ripped open revealing the stacks of pop tarts hidden underneath. Hurriedly, the employees of the food court prepare for the breakfast crowd. People stand in line listening to their ipods, waiting for the lone cashier to count out change for the man with the coffee and bagel. She finishes with her line of people and walks away. The line begins to form again almost immediately. the first man looks at the guy behind him and shrugs as if to say, "i have no idea where the hell she is..." She walks back up just in time. "I want these drinks on here," as he hands her his card, "but the rest i have cash for." The man behind him jokingly asks, "hungry?!" "Credit or debit". They're laughing to hard to notice what she said. She runs it as she deems necessary, ignoring their stupidity. They stop laughing only to look at the girl who just walked up. "SAU-SAGE AND HASH-BROWNS," she says to the cashier as if she's talking to a toddler. It doesn't bother the cashier as much as it does me. The cashier just goes about her business and i just glare...what a bitch! "Napkins?" another man asks. "Around corner," she replies.

Two girlst sit at the table in front of me. All decked out in razorback gear, they begin to eat and chat loudly. Another man walks up to the cashier, "I didn't want this," he says to the cashier as he points to his eggs. "I only wanted the sausage and biscuit." She looks at him and then back at the eggs. "I only wanted the sausage and biscuit, but he put the eggs on the plate too, I didn't order them, I'm not going to pay for them." She looks at him as if to say, "what the fuck?!" He argues until she gets frustrated and gives in. She only charges him for the biscuit and sausage. He smirks and walks away grinning. The cashier begins yelling something in a language completely foreign to me. I imagine she's talking about what a dick that guy was. More customers come and she goes back to her business. "Credit or debit?"
The Razorback girls, as i have dubbed them, begin to gossip. "It's like, you know, like I get that they're like together, but like..." I try to tune them out. Seriously, how many time can you say "like" between your bites of biscuits and gravy. "I was so, like, over it" The other girl just nods, I can't see her face, but i imagine it's the blank stare i have on my face. The first girl begins to speak, but once again (thank god) her voice is drowned out byt the murmurs of more people forming a line in the food court. The asshole walks back toward a new cashier, "I'm sorry, What? I can't understand you?" He smirks as he says this to the new girl. This one smiles at him. Maybe this was their little game. Perhaps she told him who to go to and how to get away with scoring free food. He smiles back at her and walks away. The new girl continues staring with a sheepish smile.

The razorback girls begin to pack up their things. The one with her back to me leans over to put something in her back pack. I finally see "like" girl's face. Too much makeup, hair over styled--what the hell--it's barely 8:30--what time did she get up to do all that mess? They begin to laugh, "she was like, I can't be mad at him, right?" They both fall right into the sorority girl stereotype. I'm seriously annoyed. Giggle, Giggle, Giggle...Giggle, Giggle, Giggle. Seriously...that's about all i can freakin' take without screaming! They keep getting louder and louder. "I didn't see Zack, but I was like, did you pick the right girl? I was trying to look her up on facebook, but i don't know her last name." Shoot me NOW! Thank god, another line has formed at the cashier's line. It's the first girl. I smile. I'm growing accustomed to her. The first man in line drops his burrito on the floor. "I guess i didn't need it anyway." The asshole comes back again and hugs his favorite cashier. The first one he dealt with just glares. I feel her pain. She checks out another person. "Credit or debit?"

She walks away and goes back to opening boxes and getting ready for the day. Luckily, It's time for me to go to class...the razorback girls are starting to talk about the bachealor....