Victory at 7/11

The cashier always wants to give me a receipt and a bag when I buy my Vitamin Water. She tries to force the receipt and the bag on me, holding my Vitamin Water over the receipt printer as the receipt prints, her index and middle fingers gathering up the receipt as it unrolls from the printer, her other hand ripping a bag out from under the counter. But today, when the receipt started printing, I strategically asked her if I could hold my Vitamin Water. She let me hold it. And then when she reached down for the bag, diverting her attention ever so briefly to ripping the bag out from under the counter, I walked outside. I made it outside before the receipt finished printing.