Cashier

Cashier sigh, waiting for a customer too arrive, but knowing there never really will. He rest his head on the palm of his hand, looking around. Already about too die of bordom, out of his mind. He sits up and glares at the clock and groans. He suddenly hear a bell too the front door ring, and he see you walk in. He says in his deepest depressing voice ever "Welcome, to 'a generic convenience store.' We are open 24 hours." He says that, then glares away from you, looking at something else.