"The Receipt Artist"
Someone should write this short story about the mundane life of Joseph Blow, an unmarried middle-aged guy who gets a job at Costco and often guards the exit door, glancing at every receipt to prevent the place from getting robbed blind.
After a few days of suffering through the boredom, Joe begins to draw smiley faces on the backs of receipts when kids come through with their parents, which the kids love. Sometimes, he makes stick figures, funny little images that make the kids giggle. He begins to feel oddly good about himself. Over the course of weeks, the stick figures morph into characters in a stick-figure cartoon series, with panels drawn on the back of every receipt (after Joe has checked the carts for theft).
The problem is that the more elaborate his drawings, the longer it takes him to move people on through and out the door. Long lines ensue. His bosses tell him to knock it off with the drawings. “You mean my receipt art?” Joe retorts angrily.
His bosses have no choice but to can his stupid ass.
Moral: Isn’t that just the subtle cruelty of life in small town America?