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Every single Friday between 7 and 8pm…. cursed food service hour. local cryptid breaks hygiene rules at local premium supermarket.
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Ash begins to narrate his thoughts as he approaches the other end of the cake section he works, which is cast in moody blue and green shadows from the eerie florescent green lighting from above.
Ash: "I have began to find that after the "Bag Lady," more and more weird ones keep creeping in during my evenings shifts. Like this guy!"
An older gentleman is hunched over a pulled open drawer to a fixture of open cakes, pastries and wrapped cookies.
Ash: Er - sir? E- excuse me, sir? Excuse me sir, you - you can't go in those cupboards!
The older male customer wearing a dingy green jumper and grey trousers looks up from the cupboard. His piercing gaze cuts through the panel as he looks over his shoulder to Ash.
Ash: Can I help you with something?
He stares, half looking at Ash from the cupboard. He then turns back to the cupboard to continue rummaging back around in the cupboard.
Ash: "I have began to find that after the "Bag Lady," more and more weird ones keep creeping in during my evenings shifts. Like this guy!"
An older gentleman is hunched over a pulled open drawer to a fixture of open cakes, pastries and wrapped cookies.
Ash: Er - sir? E- excuse me, sir? Excuse me sir, you - you can't go in those cupboards!
The older male customer wearing a dingy green jumper and grey trousers looks up from the cupboard. His piercing gaze cuts through the panel as he looks over his shoulder to Ash.
Ash: Can I help you with something?
He stares, half looking at Ash from the cupboard. He then turns back to the cupboard to continue rummaging back around in the cupboard.