The shop than went into a serene peace, unvisited for a little while. The new cashier had adjusted to her life perfectly, dressed and happy as a whistle to assist in hanging new hose and stocking new nylon clothes. She worked alongside the other two cashiers who were mentally and physically mirrors of her anyway. The Manager filed her nails and oversaw her employees, happy to be running such a well oiled store. This lackadaisic peace went on for a little while. Atleast, until the entrance dinged.
An old man in a dank bathrobe had walked onto the premise. He seemed tired and burdened by some kind of task at hand but didn't know what kind of burden he'd be dealing with yet. Then three cashiers went up to him and said in perfect perky sync "Hello sir how may I help you! Would you care to try our Pantyhose, or see our help wanted ads?"
That was when he knew perfectly. He tried not to roll his eyes.
He no doubt sensed the traces of magical residue at work here. He groaned, atleast the reports of stolen magical goods weren't prank calls. Today this old man would have his work cut out for him.
