The radio kept on going on, as if there was no end to it:
"It's 8:00 AM (again) And it's beautiful day to be in the lovely village of Briarwatch. This is your local radio, broadcasting the best news in your neighborhood (Yeah right). The weather seems to be fine for this day, with mostly sunshine and a dash of mist coming towards the evening, temperatures to be nice and warm all day. And now, number one in the charts it's- "Click" as Frank switched the radio alarm off. I've been growing more tired and annoyed by being woken up by that song everyday now for the past three weeks; if I have to hear that song again I swear I'll shoot that singer. Sigh, better get up then. He thought as he heaved himself out of bed, got dressed, got out whatever cereal he had been eating for the past week for breakfast, washed, brushed and left for work.
Frank was man of peace, tolerance, and irrational anger for anything that he has to put up with for more than two minutes. As he strolled, he purposely tried to avoid running into the kids on their way to school, stopped along the way to admire the new layer of graffiti on the wall, and eventually made it down the street from his house to the store.
"Now, where's my- Oh, there they are." he said to himself and anyone in the vicinity of him, as he unlocked the door and went inside. "Check the shelves, turn the sign over, check the noticeboard, switch the TV on, check the cash register, sit behind the checkout, fall asleep, wake up in shock at the first paying customer." he said, going through his mental checklist of things to do before nodding off.