I pretty much saved her life.

“Pst…

Hey girl,

When you are done with this next customer, I need you…”

A few minutes later I am shifting through her gorgeously thick hair

Letting it fly every which way across the register

“Right here!” she proclaims

Fumbling around and pointing

“right about there-

What is that?!”

.

A big ole juice brown bloated TICK

.

Sucking the blood of one of my favorite people.

Angling her head a little more towards the light with her cheeks smashed against the security scanner

I get just the right angle-

>PINCH<

and

/RIP/

that little son-of-a-biscuit-eater off her scalp.

In one swoop-

I pull out my box cutter from my red vest

And chopped his head off!

>So<

I pretty much saved her life.

And will probably be her flower girl someday. I will tell her boyfriend this the next time he comes in for hay bailing supplies.