<div class="floatright">(http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5489/tracysaffron.jpg)</div><br/>Crap, that old guy was back?  She thought for sure he'd been fired.  What was the deal with old guys and being lecherous, anyway?  Could they just never find someone for themselves, or did it have something to do with the creation of Viagra?<br/><br/>She shook her head in disgust.  Sometimes curiosity mixed in with an ample imagination gave her thoughts she absolutely never wanted.<br/><br/>Maybe she was going to need an umbrella on the way back.  She checked through her purse, counting out the singles as she went through...and had enough for either the bottle of Coke or the umbrella, but not both.<br/><br/>Well, the bottle of Coke was going to have to do.  This was a pretty old sweater anyway, so if it did rain, at least she'd be able to deal with it.  When she went back to the counter with the money, she had it all ready and in hand to speed things up as much as possible.  She could just ignore whatever he said to her.