“It´s hard to pay the bills sometimes” Sheila said as she nervously puffed a cigarette and stared out of the window at nothing and everything at the same time. “You got to do what you got to do sometimes”
“Aren´t you ashamed of yourself?” Beth asked. She had just found out Sheila´s secret font of income.
“No!” Sheila said turning her head and fixing her gaze at Beth. “Not for one second”
“Calm down, Sheila. I am not saying that you should be. I am just asking as a friend”
“Well, stop asking. I don´t want to talk about it” Sheila said as she freed another cigarette from the pack and lit it with the burning filter of the last one. “What the fuck were you doing there in the first place?”
“I go there sometimes. That´s all” Beth said, now feeling the spot light of shame shining on her. “Listen, we all do things for money that we are not proud of sometimes. It´s ok.”
“No, we don´t! There are many people in this world that do not even have to do anything to get stuff. They were just born with stuff. They do not have to humiliate themselves ever and they even get to live better than those who do!” Sheila said now crying.
“Listen, Sheila, that´s life. Some people are born with everything, some are born with nothing. Some are born healthy, some are born dead! That´s just the way it goes. It is what it is” Beth stopped when she realized she sounded like a cliché reproducing robot.
“Well I was not born to greet people as they come into Wal-mart!” Sheila said, her eyes now furiously pouring tears.
By Ryan 