Cellular

While in line, there is a fellow in front of me on his phone. "Get the papers on my desk by 9!” Looking down at my clock, 9:15. “What do you mean-,“ while beginning to hand over cash, “I'm looking at an empty desk!” Now talking with hand gestures.

“You're on thin ice.”

Wait a second.

“I'll take another look & get back to you.”

He wasn’t even at a desk?

The cash makes it across & he hangs up, “Pump 7. Regular.” Turns around & walks away, fingers scrolling. “Eye contact would have been nice,” the cashier sighed.