She walked into the shop and stood at the counter. After a few minutes, she tapped the silver bell that was sitting there.
A man came out from behind a curtain and said, "Hi. You're Doing Great," what can I do for you.
"How am I doing great?" she asked.
"Excuse me?" he said, frowning at her.
"I said, how am I doing great. And why do you think so?"
"Uh," muttered the man, running his hand through his hair. "Well, you're not dead, so that should count for something."
"Really? That's all ya got? I'm not dead? How do you know that being dead isn't better than being alive?"
"Look, do you want to rent a pair of skates or not?" he asked, tiredly.
"I don't think anyone is doing great."
"I know I'm not," he said, closing his eyes.
"Maybe the rich people are," she said. "They might be doing great while they walk on our backs."
"That's true," he sighed. "About the skates?"
"We could all be doing great if we could get rid of the men in charge, the hungry, greedy, insane monsters that only care about more for themselves."
"I can't help you with that."
"You should change your sign so it glows, SOME OF YOU MIGHT BE DOING GREAT."
"The sign is for skaters. It means they're doing great, skating."
"If that's the case, then you need to say, SOME OF YOU SKATERS ARE DOING GREAT."
"Please go away."
"Okay," she said, picking her purse up off the floor. "You know there's talk about them taking the vote away from women."
"No. I didn't know that."
"Now you do."
"Yes. Thanks to you I'm even more depressed."
She nodded at him. "I'm not doing great."
"Neither am I," he sighed.
"Will you fight on the side of women?"
"You have my word. My mother, sister and girlfriend are all women."
She nodded again. "Good."
"Thanks for stopping in."
"Sure," she said. "I don't know what to do about anything, you know."
"No one does."
"There's going to be another civil war."
"More than likely."
"Do you think the people in power are insane?"
"Yes," he said. "Without a doubt."
"So do I. I hope you rent a lot of skates. It's a nice day, so people will be outside."
"Thanks."
She smiled at him and walked out the door.
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