There's a few drugstore employees I know from the one drugstore near my house, including this one (mid-20s) (black) woman who at the most recent visit I noticed had tattoos up and down her arms, she had her sleeves pushed up.
"How are you doing?", I was like.
"Okay," she was like, "Just getting ready to go back to school this fall."
"Really?", I was like. "Like what are you taking? What are you going for?".
"A lot of biology," she was like, "I want to do mortuary science."
"No way," I was like, and then I started telling her about how my one neighbor growing up was a mortician.
"Corpses are supposed to move when you go to cut them open," she was like.
"Is that true?", I was like.
"I don't know," she was like, "But I want to find out."
"Damn," I was like, "That's some serious serial killer shit."
At that, she laughed, quizzically, and I said good night.
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