overheard

at the local supermarket. The male cashier was talking to the bagger, telling her about a friend who had lied to someone (a girlfriend? wife?), and then he had to keep lying, and trying to remember all his lies to keep the story straight, when he should have just told the truth and dealt with the consequences. I asked the cashier, “So did he get caught?” The cashier got a small smile and said, yes, he did get caught. “Satisfying,” I said. “You know, justice.” His smile got wider. He said: “You gotta roll with the iron fist.”

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