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Episode 3. Adapting to the situation (3)
There is a misconception about the Chihuahua’s messy personality. It is said that the Chihuahua has a hole in its skull called the “fontella,” and that this hole causes constant headaches, which is why its personality is messy.
The reason this hole exists is because, during the birth process, if the skull is intact, the mother would die, so the creature evolved to alleviate this problem. Normally, this hole should heal as the baby grows, but Chihuahuas don’t, so the hole still exists in their skulls.
To conclude, the misunderstanding is correct.
The reason why Chihuahuas have such a dog-like personality is not because of headaches, but because they are a breed of dogs that have a dog-like personality. For this reason, I didn’t like Chihuahuas very much. How can I like those cute, lovable guys who bark like their tails have been stepped on just by making eye contact?
Even the guy who just came in wasn’t cute.
This guy had the head of a Chihuahua, but he looked to be at least 190cm tall. He was wearing a suit, and his eyes were seriously bloodshot.
“Where’s my toothbrush!”
If it’s a toothbrush for small dogs, it’s probably the kind that you put on your finger and have the owner brush the dog himself, but it doesn’t seem like he wants that. I said it because I remembered what I saw this morning.
“Would you like to take a look behind the fourth corner?”
“If you say so, how would I know, there are only one or two corners?”
You mean the fourth corner?
Judging from his expression, he seemed ready to bite my finger if I tried to explain it to him verbally, so I went with him to the toothbrush. The suit he was wearing reeked of alcohol. If you’re drunk, you should go home and sleep soundly. I don’t know why you’re looking for a toothbrush.
“Isn’t there anything better?”
“This is all there is to a toothbrush.”
“It’s probably in the warehouse.”
“The warehouse is full of alcohol and ramen. Ready-made products like toothbrushes usually arrive the day after they are sold or the day after that. They don’t sell well.”
By the way, I don’t keep things like triangle kimbap, sandwiches, and lunch boxes in a separate warehouse, so when you ask if I have anything else besides lunch boxes and I say no, please understand that I really don’t have any. Why would I keep things in a warehouse that won’t even have an expiration date of 3 or 4 days?
The Chihuahua who brought the toothbrush handed over a ten-thousand won bill and tried to leave.
“Go.”
“Customer, you should take your change with you.”
“What do you want me to do, you piece of shit? Are you going to keep bothering me?”
Yeah, just go… .
The Chihuahua really went out, and since the toothbrush cost 2,100 won, I was left with 7,900 won in change. It was nice to have some free money, but when I thought about it as the price for emotional labor, I wasn’t all that happy.
After putting the change in my back pocket, I looked at the main gate and asked something I was curious about.
“Manager, have you hung up the phone yet?”
[ Yeah. Since you’re wearing Bluetooth earphones, just say whatever you want. ]
“You said that this convenience store moves around here and there. So where is it located now?”
[ It’s a downtown intersection. I do business here most of the month. ]
I wondered why a delivery rider centaur or a Chihuahua who had just finished a company dinner was coming. Since I finally had some free time, I blankly stared at the scenery outside the convenience store.
It looked like a downtown area.
The streets were dazzling with neon signs and lights, the clothes worn by people walking around, and the appearance of the other buildings were not that different from where I lived.
Of course, it’s not exactly the same. For example, centaurs walking along a road that looks like a bike path, or half-naked women flying around in the sky with wings instead of arms? What’s their name? Harpies?
Anyway, even though it was a different world, it didn’t seem that different in terms of era from where I used to live. It was something I should have guessed when I asked for Plus and Seven right away… .
“Manager, how do I get to that house…?”
[ I’ll go out and set up the coordinates before I leave work. Chan, you’ll need to help me out a bit though. ]
“Me?”
[ Yeah. I don’t know much about the world you were in. ]
“What is the store manager’s race?”
[ A person, or what else? ]
I guess there are people in this neighborhood too.
[ Not much. There was a war a few decades ago and a lot of people died. ]
“War?”
[ Yeah. Then we made up because we thought, ‘If we fight any longer, we’ll all really die,’ but it was too late. What was your world like, Chan? ]
“There was something similar. World War.”
[ World War? That name is kind of… cool? ]
The ending actually ended with a big f*cking bomber being slammed into the Japanese Meiji and the groin. My world, even after going through that chaos twice, was bustling with people because there were only humans in the intelligent world, but this is a different world, so it doesn’t seem to flow like that.
And the intellectuals in this town didn’t look all that different from people. Whether they were 18-head tall, bipedal Chihuahuas or goblins with huge noses, those who were going to do something bad were going to do something bad.
“Out of the four teams I received, two teams were acting up. Is this how often this happens?”
[ Not to that extent… but it’s similar. ]
“No, how did you endure this?”
[ I’ve lived a long time, so I’m just saying, “He’s cute”? ]
“How old are you to do that?”
[You shouldn’t ask a woman’s age carelessly.]
Well then, I guess I’ll say that too. I don’t plan on saying anything.
Anyway, since the store manager seemed to be good at dealing with the truth, I felt like I should do the same. Looking at the time on the POS machine, it was 10:40 PM. Only 40 minutes had passed. Is the clock broken?
While I was thinking about it, the next guest arrived.
He was a short, dwarf with a beard in two pigtails and a frighteningly bushy head of hair. He came up to the counter and looked up at me curtly and said,
“Give me a cigarette.”
“… What kind of cigarette would you like? I have a lot of cigarettes.”
“Something thin.”
“There are so many different types of thin ones.”
“The yellow one.”
Are you asking twenty questions now?
“There are several types of thin and yellow ones… Can I give you the super slim one?”
“no.”
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“Then… special gold?”
“well.”
“I guess you’re not smoking it yourself.”
“Is it mine?”
How on earth don’t you know the name of the cigarettes you smoke?
Because he was so frustrated, he took out all the thin, yellow cigarettes on the cigarette stand and showed them to me. The dwarf, who was quietly looking at the stack of about six cigarettes, picked up a Special Gold. Oh, really.
“But the picture is a bit like that, is there anything else?”
He asked me while holding out a cigarette. The cigarette pack had a gory picture of a person with a necrotic throat and a hole in it, which I found a bit odd.
But every time I look at it, I feel like, why on earth is this picture there?
Smokers either don’t care about these pictures at all or ask for other pictures like this one.
Besides, convenience stores aren’t just places where people who are immune to hateful images come, but also places where kids come. You know, the little kids who bring milk for coffee at the checkout line frown at the pictures?
Among the policies aimed at stopping smokers from smoking, there is no other policy that is as empty and beggarly as this. That is why I accepted the request without much difficulty.
“I’ll look into it.”
But no matter how hard I looked, all I could find were pictures of people with pierced throats, split lips, or hearts that had turned purple. It was the same even if I tore through a box of drawers and searched.
“Right now… uh, there’s nothing suitable. The only thing that’s decent among these is the funeral home photo.”
“Is there anything else?”
“Other than this, everything else is just bragging about long-term achievements.”
“Then I won’t buy it. I’ll go somewhere else.”
I’m going crazy, for real.
I wish I had left like this. Just before the dwarf left, another guest opened the door and came in. This guest was also a dwarf. It seemed like they knew each other.
“What are you doing.”
“To buy cigarettes.”
“What kind?”
“The blue one.”
The moment I heard the last three letters, an ominous feeling ran through my spine and became reality. The dwarf who had just entered approached me and said.
“Give me a cigarette.”
“What would you like to get me?”
“The blue one.”
These dwarves must have a disease that causes them to die if they talk too long.
In addition, this dwarf also did not know the name of his cigarette, so he took out all the blue cigarettes and showed them to me. Incidentally, there were an overwhelming number of blue cigarettes compared to yellow thin cigarettes. About four times as many.
Among them, the dwarf who had finally found his cigarettes also asked to exchange them, saying that the picture was disgusting. However, when I looked for it this time, I found a picture that was somewhat normal. It was a picture of a child frowning while smelling cigarettes.
The dwarf who took the cigarette asked.
“Do you have wax?”
“Yes, there are several types.”
“For beards.”
“…Sir. Dwarf customers are looking for beard wax.”
[Third corner, middle line.]
“The third corner, center line.”
“where?”
“I’ll tell you directly.”
This really feels like a guide to big box stores.
When I brought the dwarf to the third corner and pointed to the middle line, the dwarf just stared at the various types of wax. I followed suit and looked at them, but each wax had a strange effect.
It is said that wax with a highly concentrated slime solution added has the effect of moisturizing the hair, and wax with the essence of the peeled world tree added is said to be four times more refreshing. Who makes these and what process does they use?
Plus, when I came this morning, I didn’t see anything like this on display here. I think there used to be potato chips instead of this.
As I was blankly staring, I heard someone calling me from the counter.
“It’s the boss… .”
The voice was clearly that of a drunk woman. When I went to the counter, a woman with pink hair and a suit was staggering around with her head down on the counter.
“Uh… Did you call me?”
I asked, but the woman didn’t answer. She slightly turned her lowered head and looked at me, and her pupils were slit vertically. It was the same as the vampire from before, but judging by her pale skin, it didn’t seem to be that… .
“… Gueeeeeek.”
The staggering woman couldn’t hold it in any longer and vomited on the counter, and at the same time, a pair of wings tore out from the shoulder area of the suit and fluttered.
Looking at the wings, I thought, I guess it’s a succubus or something. I have no idea why it’s vomiting at the checkout counter, though…