I sigh, checking my phone again, for the eightieth time in the past five minutes. I look around, in front of the conveyor belt, and behind the customer service desk. No one was around.
"I feel like," I say to myself, "if no one is here, and we're this close to closing times, I should be able to go home."
Of course, I do need the money, I think, patting my empty pocket. I yawn, and stretch, my arm bumping against the large, bluegreen canister. I let out a soft eep, catching its balance so it doesn't fall to the ground. I look around, making sure no one saw that. I take notice of the small, connecting hose that fell, dangling above the ground. I pick it up, examining the hose and the canister. I did have about an hour left, and I still needed to take my break. I quickly grab the canister and wheel it to the break room.
'Where are you taking that?' the other cashier asks, tilting her head.
"Uh, to the break room, don't worry, I'll be back in fifteen," I say quickly, not stopping to look a