Gunshots rang out and yelling ensued as Crystal sat against the magazine rack.  Her momentary bliss was disturbed and her sunken eyes darted left, right and above her.  She wasn't exactly sure where the commotion was coming from but something did catch her gaze.<em>The cash register.</em>Stealthily, she crawled on the floor over to lane #5 where she sat below eye sight.  Her bony armed reached for the buttons and started insanely pressing each one.<em>The fucking thing wouldn't open!</em><br/><br/>"God dammit!"  Crystal hissed and stood up to get a better look at the register.  In an unrelated moment of insanity, she saw a red smock hanging by the register and took it, draping the apron over her hair and tying it behind her back.  "SHOPPIN'S" was written across the front in bold white lettering and she looked at the shiny gold name tag that was pinned to it, "Mike".  She cackled thinking that others would actually believe she was an employee named "Mike" going about her duties as a clerk trying to open the register.  Unfortunately, Crystal's grade school education was not helping her to get the register open and she started beating on it, sending some of the keys flying onto the rolling belt.  "Motherfucker!" She yelled at the register in a frantic rage.<br/><br/>In consolation she grabbed a few plastic bags near the register and started trudging down the aisles looking for something to steal.  Starting near the cooler section she saw the rows of beer and grabbed a Pabst Blue Ribbon can.  Crystal cracked it open and made a motion of "cheers" to some yogurts further down the aisle before she raised the can to her burnt lips and took a long, healthy swig.