She sighed as she opened again, letting another guy in. She was rocked gently, but years of working in this occupation had made her numb to this. Feeling a bit hungry being in the same space for hours on end, she took out a half chewed apple from a clear plastic bag to grab a bite.
Day in day out, she had to entertain tonnes of customers. This is especially true on weekend and public holidays, where the number of customers she opened for actually more than tripled that of weekdays. Despite her long working hours with little rest, she don’t earn alot. All her customers pay her quite a large sum of money, but her boss took them all and only paid her daily wages, which as the wife of somebody of outstanding status would label as “less than peanuts”.
Her occupation is not one that everybody would take, but she took it because she needs money to survive, and she was unable to find employment in other more ordinary jobs.
She returned the apple back to its plastic bag, and closed, for the the rocking had stopped.
Stepping on the peddle, she drove out of the bus stop.
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