Cashier brutality
Among this cafe where I hear lunch talk about data centers, a homeless woman walks into a cafe with her suitcase. She walks right past me towards the counter, until I hear a loud electric tazor. “We don’t fuck around,” says the cashier. Terrified of that zap, of that cartoon sound, she runs out, leaving her bags. A minute later, the guy rolls her bags to the curb, and angrily kicks them over. How dare she?