Lilthhime

Ludwig absolutely hated grocery shopping with all his heart. It seemed no matter where he went, there was always a line; the store was packed; they were out of his favorite wurst, etc. He was never in a good mood entering, because he soon realized he was never in a good mood exiting. Sure enough, at this place there was a line. It was bad, much worse than usual. His observant blue eyes trailed to the front, noticing a Spanish cashier. Ludwig had to suppress a groan; Spanish employees were the worst! They were always too friendly; striking up idle conversation and taking forever to do the job they were originally supposed to be doing. He look