Sam threw the yellow shirt at the clerk, who instinctively caught it. In that moment, the clerks pants were unbuttoned, unzipped and removed.
“I figure no one will notice the underwear, boss.”
Sam was already halfway dressed. The clerk stood still, holding the shirt.
The bell rang. Someone was coming through the door. The clerk flung himself to the floor and began throwing on Sam’s clothes.
“Hey there, boss. Help you find anything?”
“Yeah. Just the gas, thanks.”
“Sure boss.”
A card changed hands. A receipt was signed. The bell rang again.
The clerk stood up, fully dressed. “What are you doing?”
“You got the night off, boss. Head out.”
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