Hopefully, None Of Us Are Aligned With Doris

I’m getting something at a convenience store when a customer wanders in and starts shouting at the cashier. During this entire exchange, the customer hands over some money, and the cashier hands over a pack of cigarettes and change, implying that this is a regular transaction for these two.

Customer: “Didn’t you hear! The center of the galaxy and the Earth are aligned! We so are in the end times!”

Cashier: “Doris, two points are always aligned, it’s called a line!”

Customer: “That’s the Devil talking!”

Cashier: “Shut your mouth and give your brain a chance to catch up, Doris. See ya tomorrow.”

Customer: *Taking her change and cigarettes.* “If we’re all even here tomorrow!”

The customer leaves, and the cashier serves the next customer as if it were the most normal conversation in the world.