Being a cashier at a gas station in 2020 was interesting, but it was a little sad. I got my license to sell liquor while working there, and I was trained to sell lottery and “lotto” tickets. Selling these made me cringe inside. Assisting community members slowly kill themselves by buying cigarettes also made by humans made me cringe inside.. Selling multiple tiny liquor bottles to the alcoholic regulars gave me a bad taste in my mouth.
I had a coworker was a little younger than me. One time, I turned to him and said, “Hey. What are you doing after work?”
“Nothing,” he said.
“Wanna go to Cheba Hut?” I said.
“Sure,” he said.
We arrived there, walked up to the counter. We both ordered a sub sandwich and drinks. “Let’s sit here!” I said, pointing to a table.
“Ok,” he said and sat across from me.
We continued chatting for several hours over several more beers. Then, he leaned over the table and kissed me. I felt happy inside, and kissed him back.
We kissed each other for what felt like a long time, and it was very nice.
He took me home afterwards.
To this day, feel a warm place in my heart when I consider him not taking advantage of me.
Things We Forget 
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