RECEIPT OF THE BEAST

On this sunny, fine day, I go to Fresh Plus to get a kombucha to curb my hunger during work. As I’m paying the cashier says, “Oh no!” I think my card is declined, but then he says, “Your total is the mark of the beast.”

I look at the receipt, and sure enough... $6.66. “We’re big into numerology here,” he jokes. “I hope nothing bad happens to you.”

He hands me the receipt, and I say thank you and ensure him that I’ll dispose of it immediately. “Yes,” he replies. “Burn it!”

Then I continue my day as an accomplice to the Antichrist.