I hate this job.
I scanned millions of items at a Walmart in New Jersey a day.
I pretty much worked at this Walmart just for the chance of seeing Charlie Puth.
No one was coming to my register. Why not? I don't know.
Someone with fuzzy brown hair caught my eye at about 11 PM.
Was that Charlie?!
Indeed it was! He was walking in front of the registers looking for a line to check out in. I wanted to practically scream his name.
I groaned as he passed my line and went into the other. I finished with my current customer.
"Have a nice evening," I said with as much energy as possible.
I had my eye on Charlie. The line next to me was long and I had no one. I smoothed out my brown hair, trying to make myself look at least decent.
When I thought I was a lost cause, he backed his cart out of the line and went towards mine!
He must've gotten impatient and wanted to change lines!
Perfect.
His cart approached my register and he started unloading things from his cart onto the conveyor belt. He scrolled through his Twitter.
I was trying not to die watching him.
"Excuse me, sir," I said.
He looked up from his phone with a smile as he grabbed his ice cream.
"Yes?" He said, looking mildly interested in me.
"Are you Charlie Puth?" I shyly said.
"Excuse me?"
"Are you Charlie Puth?" I said a little louder.
He smiled.
"I still can't hear you," he replied. Now he was just playing with me.
"You're Charlie Puth!" I practically yelled.
"I am," he simply said with a smile.
"Can you... can I... can I get an autograph?"
He laughed.
"I was just messing with you. Of course."
"And a picture?"
He smiled again.
"Sure. Everyone needs that little boost at 11 PM."
"OMG! You're the greatest!"
"Thanks. It means a lot to me," he said, swiping his card.
He autographed a package of gum and scanned it and gave me the money.
"Here," he said with a smile. He handed me the gum. I took it and put it in my pocket.
"Thanks," I quietly replied. I took out my phone and opened the camera.
"Yeah." He scribbled something on a dollar bill before coming over to take the picture with me.
"Ok. Ready?" I asked. I snapped the picture as we were both smiling.
I went back and loaded Charlie's stuff into the cart. I piled his bags into the cart.
"Thank you, I appreciate it," he said as I finished.
"Yeah, no problem."
He walked around towards his cart and I noticed he no longer had the bill in his hand.
"Have a nice evening," I said, but this time I meant it.
"You too."
He waved and walked out with his groceries.
I went back around to my counter and there the bill was.
"I think ur beautiful. call me @ XXX-XXX-XXXX
xxCharlie"
Best night of work ever.
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