A Shared Joke

It was raining ice as he walked to the grocery store. He bought a can of tomato soup and a couple of red potatoes. There were no lines at the registers. As he counted out his bills, he could smell himself. The cashier smiled past him at the other cashier, high school girls sharing some sort of joke.

He turned around to the other cashier. "I'm sorry I stink."

The other cashier blushed and giggled, covering her mouth. She ran down the produce aisle, still giggling.

"She thinks you're cute," his cashier said, and handed him the change and the receipt.

It was snowing as he walked home.