If I Wasn't Shy
by Joey Jones (2012)
Genres: Apollo 18 Tribute Album

I kinda just sit at the checkout, and the place isn't even all that busy. So why'd you want to play a game about my life? I mean, it's not terrible but it would be so much more if I wasn't shy.

action: %
response: It's Tuesday, 7:39 PM exactly. I clock off at eight. Until then, I'm stuck at the checkout.

A lifetime of shyness by Joey Jones

Checkout (on the stool)
I'm sitting on a hard stool, back slouched, fingertips poised to grasp dog food cans and punch in numbers on the register. Really though it's so quiet I mostly just look out the window. The big clock above the intercom speakers ticks slowly.

Before me are the many aisles of the supermarket.
action: Burn button
response: (the "Ask Me" button)
I can just imagine the way the little laminate would crinkle and warp under the flame. I would you know, I really would.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks, 89 cents a pound," our master of ceremony continues.
action: You examine the clock
response: The big clock never seems to move when I look at it. It says it's about twenty to eight.
action: You check your inventory
response: I am carrying:
a "Ask Me" button (being worn)
a red uniform (being worn)
a lighter
a pack of cigarettes
a time clock card

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
action: You examine the window
response: Outside the window, all I can see is somebody's Cadillac parked up close.

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
action: You remove the button
response: (the "Ask Me" button)
I never take it off the uniform, I might lose it and then they'd make me pay for a replacement.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
action: Smoke
response: (the canned goods)
One day, when I'm all alone I might burn the whole place
down.

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
action: You examine the nurse
response: The nurse is a short, slim man, with the sort of face that can pull off looking deathly tired without coming across too badly: some men turn into almost skeletal trogdolytes, or the black eyes make them look like bare-knuckle boxers. This guy though, he just comes across as a nice man who doesn't get enough sleep.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
action: You look at the cigarettes
response: I never used to smoke. I just started one day, you know? Everyone else was doing it, and-- well, I need something to spend my money
on.

The married couple walk off into the canned goods aisle; the man secretively wiping his nose upon his sleeve.
action: You look at Cadillac
response: The cadillac is bright red and always seems to be sitting out there. Somedays I dream about taking it for a spin.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
action: You examine mildred
response: "Mildred", the name sounds like industrial malaise. She's prettier than all that. Well, I suppose she must be. Most of what I ever see of her is the points of her shoulder blades seen through the fabric of the ugly red uniform we have to wear. Except the MC on the intercom. I know for a fact he wears a suit.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks at 89 cents per pound!"
action: You look at the aisles
response: There are dozens of aisles in the Garden Mart. My eye catches on the fresh zucchinis.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
action: You examine the zucchinis
response: I can't stand zucchinis. When I was a kid we never had any money and all I remember being fed was different kinds of squash and canned food from the church.

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
action: You examine lighter
response: It's a cheap plastic lighter. I use it for burning things when nobody's about. I bought it from this store. I didn't use my discount: they don't really like us using it for that sort of thing.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
action: You burn the zucchinis
response: One day, when I'm all alone I might burn the whole place
down.

The nurse has got all his shopping done and he's walking towards me.
action: You look at the card
response: It's a small punch card. It gets put in a little slot when I
leave the store.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
action: You examine the aisles
response: There are dozens of aisles in the Garden Mart. My eye catches on the pork loins.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
action: You look at the loins
response: The Garden Mart even sells pork loins. I'm not sure I'd want to eat anything called "pork loins". Only pepper-steak could be worse. Or liver, I guess. Kidneys? Yeah that'd be pretty gross.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
action: Kiss mildred
response: Oh Mildred, I can hardly picture her face: her back is all I see. It's a very pretty back. I mean, from what I can make out. I
assume that it's pretty. I guess it could be hideous really.
There could be acne or something. No, I don't think that's true. I bet her back would be nice to kiss. Am I really thinking that? That's pretty weird.

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
action: Smoke cigarette
response: One of these days I'm going to light up a cigarette and stroll right outta here.

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
action: Hello
response: (talking to Mildred)
It's funny, we've both been working at the store for nearly six months now and I've never said a word to her. Actually, thinking about it, that's not that funny.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
action: You ask Mildred about herself
response: (talking to Mildred)
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

Hmmm... it's time to clock out.
action: Clock out
response: I shuffle over to the exit. Another day done. Until tomorrow. One of these days I'll do something big for sure. But not today.
action: Y.
response: It's Tuesday, 7:39 PM exactly. I clock off at eight. Until then, I'm stuck at the checkout.

A lifetime of shyness by Joey Jones

Checkout (on the stool)
I'm sitting on a hard stool, back slouched, fingertips poised to grasp cabbages and punch in numbers on the register. Really though it's so quiet I mostly just look out the window. The big clock above the intercom speakers ticks slowly.

Before me are the many aisles of the supermarket.
action: Clock out
response: I really can't leave early. Not that anyone would notice.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks, 89 cents a pound," our master of ceremony continues.
action: Burn card
response: Aw, I need this for clocking out. I'll not get paid otherwise. But I totally would burn it otherwise.

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
action: You burn yourself
response: I'm not that kind of person. Am I? I hope not.

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
action: Burn nurse
response: I can't see any such thing.

I'm not that kind of person. Am I? I hope not.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
action: You check your inventory
response: I am carrying:
a "Ask Me" button (being worn)
a red uniform (being worn)
a lighter
a pack of cigarettes
a time clock card

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
action: You remove the uniform
response: Here? Oh no! The very thought of it! I can barely stand to get undressed in the company of myself.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
action: Burn couple
response: One day maybe. But, um, not today.

The married couple walk off into the canned goods aisle; the man secretively wiping his nose upon his sleeve.
action: You examine the canned goods
response: I hate stacking cans. It's just so repetitive. Everything here is just so repetitive. Maybe it's a Tuesday. Maybe it's July. It could be a Friday in October. I just live out the same day with minor variations. Sometimes I focus in on those variations. Concentrate on the specific gradation of feeling. Mostly I just sit at the checkout.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
action: You get can
response: Nobody's brought any food to the checkout, and as much as I'd like to I'm not going to steal the canned goods.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks at 89 cents per pound!"
action: You buy steak
response: The surloin steaks aren't up to my usual standards.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
action: You buy the chicken
response: The chicken strips aren't up to my usual standards.

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
action: You examine the peas
response: They sell packs of peas for 23 cents when you get three. I sometimes bring a few packs home for Mom. I don't really like them but Kid Blast loves spoonfuls of honey and peas.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
action: You talk to the nurse
response: I know he works at the psychiatric hospital, he must be fascinating to talk to. Of course I haven't, and I probably won't.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
action: You examine the nurse
response: The nurse is a short, slim man, with the sort of face that can pull off looking deathly tired without coming across too badly: some men turn into almost skeletal trogdolytes, or the black eyes make them look like bare-knuckle boxers. This guy though, he just comes across as a nice man who doesn't get enough sleep.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
action: You talk to Mildred
response: It's funny, we've both been working at the store for nearly six months now and I've never said a word to her. Actually, thinking about it, that's not that funny.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
action: Touch mildred
response: I'm supposed to keep my hands to myself.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
action: You give the cigarette to Mildred
response: Mildred doesn't seem interested.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
action: Dance
response: I'm really not a song and dance kind of person.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
action: You talk to the couple
response: I'd rather not speak to either of them!

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
action: You go to the north
response: (first getting off the stool)
There is hardly anyone here, plus no supervisor...

I will have to get off the stool first.

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
action: You examine the stool
response: It's a metal stool with a hard red faux-leather cushion.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
action: You examine the register
response: The register is covered in numbers and has a lever on the side for opening up the drawer.

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
action: Punch numbers
response: I'm really not the violent sort.

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
action: You pull the lever
response: The drawer springs open with a satisfying ker-ching sound, revealing lots of cash within.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
action: You steal the cash
response: I dream about doing that most every day. But I don't. But then...

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
action: You examine the drawer
response: The drawer has been sprung open. I'm not really supposed to be doing this when there's no customers.

In the drawer is lots of cash.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
action: You examine the wife
response: She's got pinched features from a lifetime of mean-natured suspicious. Her eyes have a way of looking down at a person even though her height means she's invariable looking up.

The married couple walk off into the canned goods aisle; the man secretively wiping his nose upon his sleeve.
action: You take the cash
response: I guess I could get away with it. Oh, no.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
action: You examine the window
response: Outside the window, all I can see is somebody's Cadillac parked up close.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks at 89 cents per pound!"
action: Steal cadillac
response: Maybe, maybe if I was all alone, late at night and I had all the right tools. Yeah maybe I could steal it.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
action: You get the cash
response: Or maybe yes? I don't have a supervisor.

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
action: You get the cash
response: No, the customers would see and report me. Not that they're paying any attention to me.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
action: You get the cash
response: With this kind of money, I could skip town, but where would I go?

The nurse has got all his shopping done and he's walking towards me.
action: You get the cash
response: Maybe my cousin Vinnie would put me up, he wouldn't mind harboring a fugitive.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
action: Wave
response: Reminds me of the time someone waved to me across the street. I plucked up the courage to wave back, but turns out they were waving to the girl behind me.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
action: You pull the lever
response: The drawer's already open.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
action: You get the cash
response: But Vinnie does have a huge mouth on him, he'd tell Aunt Pam and she'd tell everyone.

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
action: You get the cash
response: If I was a fugitive I could do whatever I wanted. I'd steal somebody's Cadillac, I'd steal anything I lacked!

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
action: You get the cash
response: No, I'm too shy to be a fugitive. I don't think I can take the money.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
action: You get the cash
response: What would Mildred think if she knew I was some kind of thief? I couldn't take the money.

Hmmm... it's time to clock out.
action: You get the cash
response: But I've never spoken to Mildred, what does she care?

I really should leave.
action: You get the cash
response: I could, I could speak to Mildred or even that nice Nurse. But then, if I took the money I wouldn't have to speak to anyone.

I don't have to be here anymore.
action: You get the cash
response: Is that a good thing? I'm not sure. The choice just seems so irrevocable. Just the thought of it makes me feel a little sick.

I don't have to be here anymore.
action: You get the cash
response: No. I'm not going to take the money. But I know that there's a small part of me that would love to.

I don't have to be here anymore.
action: You get the cash
response: I remember the bravest thing I ever did, I was playing on railway sidings as a kid, and I heard the rails hum way before I saw the train coming. Without even thinking about it, I ran and jumped into rail side bushes.

I don't have to be here anymore.
action: You get cash
response: But that's not like stealing money, and besides, it was another three minutes before the train actually came. I was just overreacting.

I don't have to be here anymore.

I'm not hanging around here any longer!

I shuffle over to the exit. Another day done. Until tomorrow. One of these days I'll do something big for sure. But not today.
action: Burn button
response: (the "Ask Me" button)
I can just imagine the way the little laminate would crinkle and warp under the flame. I would you know, I really would.

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
action: Burn intercom
response: I don't think the intercom system is flammable, but I guess it would go if I torched the whole building. I'd have to pour gasoline all over the place. It wouldn't be that hard to do, if I broke in at two in the morning. They don't have shutters, and smashing the glass wouldn't be that hard if I took a brick... Oh look another minute has gone by!

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
action: You talk to the Nurse
response: I know he works at the psychiatric hospital, he must be fascinating to talk to. Of course I haven't, and I probably won't.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
action: Kiss Nurse
response: I mean, I've often thought about it. I bet he'd be quite nice to kiss, he's got soft looking lips. I wonder if he uses lip gloss? That doesn't seem likely. But then, he's in a caring profession, so it's not that out of the question. Is that a sexist thing to think? But I bet it would be nice.
Eww... the very though of it!

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
action: Burn card
response: Aw, I need this for clocking out. I'll not get paid otherwise. But I totally would burn it otherwise.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
action: Kiss couple
response: I can only do that to something animate.
action: You burn yourself
response: I'm not that kind of person. Am I? I hope not.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
action: Steal microphone
response: Oh I couldn't do that. I mean, of course I guess I could do that, but I won't.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
action: You check what you're carrying
response: I am carrying:
a "Ask Me" button (being worn)
a red uniform (being worn)
a lighter
a pack of cigarettes
a time clock card

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
action: Burn button
response: (the "Ask Me" button)
I would you know, I really would.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
action: Scream
response: I could never be so loud or brash. That just isn't me.
action: You steal
response: (the canned goods)
Nobody's brought any food to the checkout, and as much as I'd like to I'm not going to steal the canned goods.

The nurse has got all his shopping done and he's walking towards me.
action: Curse
response: I sometimes curse under my breath. You know, when I stub a toe or something.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
action: Steal nurse
response: Oh I couldn't do that.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
action: You turn off intercom
response: They're not something I can switch.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
action: You take the microphone
response: Oh I couldn't do that.

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
action: You press the lever
response: Nothing obvious happens.

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
action: You search drawer
response: In the drawer is lots of cash.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
action: You look under the drawer
response: I find nothing of interest.

Hmmm... it's time to clock out.
action: Kiss mildred
response: Oh Mildred, I can hardly picture her face: her back is all I see. It's a very pretty back. I mean, from what I can make out. I
assume that it's pretty. I guess it could be hideous really.
There could be acne or something. No, I don't think that's true. I bet her back would be nice to kiss. Am I really thinking that? That's pretty weird.

I really should leave.
action: You continue
response: I've never even talked to her. First things first.

I don't have to be here anymore.
action: You talk to Mildred
response: It's funny, we've both been working at the store for nearly six months now and I've never said a word to her. Actually, thinking about it, that's not that funny.

I don't have to be here anymore.
action: You talk to Mildred
response: I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

I don't have to be here anymore.
action: You talk to Mildred
response: I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

I don't have to be here anymore.

I'm not hanging around here any longer!

I shuffle over to the exit. Another day done. Until tomorrow. One of these days I'll do something big for sure. But not today.
action: You examine Cadillac
response: The cadillac is bright red and always seems to be sitting out there. Somedays I dream about taking it for a spin.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks, 89 cents a pound," our master of ceremony continues.
action: Steal cadillac
response: Maybe, maybe if I was all alone, late at night and I had all the right tools. Yeah maybe I could steal it.

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
action: Steal cadillac
response: Maybe if I was all alone I could steal it.

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
action: Steal cadillac
response: Maybe if I was all alone I could steal it.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
action: You talk to the Nurse
response: I know he works at the psychiatric hospital, he must be fascinating to talk to. Of course I haven't, and I probably won't.

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
action: You ask Mildred about Cadillac
response: (talking to Mildred)
It's funny, we've both been working at the store for nearly six months now and I've never said a word to her. Actually, thinking about it, that's not that funny.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
action: You ask Mildred about the Nurse
response: (talking to Mildred)
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

The married couple walk off into the canned goods aisle; the man secretively wiping his nose upon his sleeve.
action: You ask Mildred about yourself
response: (talking to Mildred)
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
action: You examine register
response: The register is covered in numbers and has a lever on the side for opening up the drawer.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks at 89 cents per pound!"
action: You pull the lever
response: The drawer springs open with a satisfying ker-ching sound, revealing lots of cash within.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
action: You get the cash
response: I dream about doing that most every day. But I don't. But then...

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
action: You get the cash
response: I guess I could get away with it. Oh, no.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
action: You get the cash
response: Or maybe yes? I don't have a supervisor.

The nurse has got all his shopping done and he's walking towards me.
action: You get the cash
response: No, the customers would see and report me. Not that they're paying any attention to me.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
action: You get up
response: Alas! It's not yet time to leave work.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
action: About you
response: I'm me, you know? I have to wear this stupid oversized red uniform with the little "Ask Me" button.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
action: You remove the uniform
response: Here? Oh no! The very thought of it! I can barely stand to get undressed in the company of myself.

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
action: You ask you about the kissing
response: (talking to Mildred)
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
action: You drop button
response: (the "Ask Me" button)
Nah, I'm not allowed to leave stuff lying around here.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
action: You show the button to Mildred
response: (the "Ask Me" button to Mildred)
Mildred is unimpressed.

Hmmm... it's time to clock out.
action: You throw the button at Mildred
response: (the "Ask Me" button at Mildred)
(first taking the "Ask Me" button off)
I never take it off the uniform, I might lose it and then they'd make me pay for a replacement.

I really should leave.
action: Y.
response: debugcheapnitfol quit with exit status: 0