Memories of an S.S. Kresge Cashier

S.S.Kresge-via-Paramus-HSBy 4:30 pm on Saturday my feet hurt, but the fingers on my right hand continued their rote price-punching on the cash register while my left hand moved the merchandise —a bottle of Jean Nate Friction pour le bain, a man’s cotton handkerchief, and a flute-edged porcelain saucer with a rose in the center –ready for me to bag.

“I just love that rose pattern, don’t you?” said the perfume-drenched ingénue, orange Tangeed lips parted wide over protruding upper teeth.”

‘Yes, it’s … Read More