Insanity caused by sanity

Cashier at a superstore. Well, at least it wasn't a fast food joint.

Three days have gone by since I came to town, this being my fourth if you included the day I stepped off the train. The apartment's been decorated a bit, mostly thanks to Flick's incessant demands that I do so. Granted, at first I wasn't too keen on her sticking around, figuring that I'd be better off running through this on my own for a time, but she'd actually been a great help.

Other than that there was little to note, other than the high flying nose that the mare across the counter from me had. Trottingham did have some Ponyville traits, yes, but it also had a good helping of Canterlotism. That's a new word, by the way.

"That'll be sixteen bits, ma'am." I said, looking at her.

She frowned and raised her snout. "These prices are exorbitant! Surely we can come to a better agreement?" She asked, a twinkle in her eye.

I gave her a borderline glare, trying to contain myself. Nonetheless, my wings ruffled a bit. "You've got a bag of twelve apples and a shirt." I responded evenly. "That's pretty darn low compared to everywhere else in this city. Besides, lady, I don't set the prices."

"Well, I never!" She said haughtily. Geez, I hated stuck-ups. "You could at least pretend to have manners!"

Don't punch the customer, don't punch the customer, don't punch the-- "Hey, you haven't paid for those yet!" I yelled when she began to walk away. She turned around sheepishly, quickly dropping sixteen bits on the counter.

"Ho-lee Celestia. Somepony actually paid for that?" I heard somepony say. Turning, I saw another cashier leaning over their counter. Even from here, I could tell he was staring at the... 'swag' shirt the mare had purchased. I facehoofed. So much for being a higher class member of society. I should have been tipped off by somepony like that being at a superstore.

Still, my shift was almost up. I couldn't wait to leave here, for some reason. It's kinda odd, but there's just something niggling in my mind.

Whatever. Knowing my luck, I've got PTSD or something. If the problem persists, I'll talk to Flick, see what she thinks. Checking to see if there was somepony waiting, I tried to return to the task at hoof. There wasn't a line or anything, though, so I simply waited until five rolled around and left, stopping to inform the manager as I did so.

Exiting the store, I find myself thinking. Nothing specific, just the standard ramblings of a mind with very little to do. It was pleasant, even if I wasn't going to my own home and was instead trudging onward to an apartment that had only a few pieces of furniture in it.. Wow, I can depress myself.

I sighed, thinking I could really use a milkshake.

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Seven o' clock. Day was winding down, with me looking over my mental checklist of what I have done today.

It was looking good, so far. I must confess, I had kept my doubts up to now, thinking that there was surely some way this would fall apart. Instead, things were looking up. I had a job, if a less than glamorous one, a roof and assurance that everything will turn out okay.

So what was that annoying feeling in the back of my mind?

It's like I've forgotten something, but what?

I had left Ponyville in a hurry. Maybe I left behind some kind of picture or something? Something sentimental? Ugh, this was going nowhere exceedingly quickly. If I had forgotten something, it was likely buried in rubble along with the rest of my old house.

I should have gotten that milkshake.