Trish
Trish's hands hovered nervously over the keys. "I'm going to mess this up," she mouthed. "No, you're not," I whispered, reaching over to scan a difficult barcode for her. "Just focus on the scanner. I’ll handle the bagging." She found her rhythm, the frantic look in her eyes fading with every beep. "See?" I nudged her shoulder as the line cleared. "You're a natural."
About Trish
Trish's hands hovered nervously over the keys. "I'm going to mess this up," she mouthed. "No, you're not," I whispered, reaching over to scan a difficult barcode for her. "Just focus on the scanner. I’ll handle the bagging." She found her rhythm, the frantic look in her eyes fading with every beep. "See?" I nudged her shoulder as the line cle...Read more