She was tired this week.  She looked as if her arms ached as she reached for each item and dragged it across the scanning gizmo.  No smile, or when she tried it didn’t reach her eyes.  I thought I saw the thought, “There must be more to life than this,” flit through her mind.
I asked her when she finished - “Half seven, another hour and a half.”
Not too long to go I said.
“Yes, but my daughter’s home from Uni and she’s going out at half seven.  I’ll miss her…..”