November 5, 2020 - 361 days left

It was clear he was just going to have to adjust to it, even if that meant going out shopping like this. And as if the endless stares and unanswerable questions weren't enough, the checkout process was made even more awkward by the realization that trying to get the plastic cards out of his wallet with his now large stubby fingers would be a more time consuming challenge than he wanted to deal with right now. It'd be much quicker to use the mobile pay on his phone... not necessarily quick, but at least quicker. He'd been lucky enough to have one of those phones with a built in stylus, which had been a life-saver once he realized it'd be near unusable in the intended way. His fingers, much thicker than before and tipped with a paw pad at the end of each, did not interface well with the glass screen on their own.

Of course, none of that mattered to the person waiting in line behind him. Apparently all that mattered to them was that he was taking too long and needed to hurry up. As if that wasn't what he was already trying to do. As if he wanted to spend even one second longer than neccessary in this dreaded place.

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