They're writing fiction on the web and putting it all into a small spiral notebook.

When I first met Zeke, I was arranging turnips in the produce case. He tied a red apron around his slender waist, covering up part of his Harley-Davidson T-shirt, shook his head, and said, "This job sucks." Then, opening a case of grapefruit, he said, "That manager's an idiot."

Hmm... That reminds me of the time I was working in Zayre Department store. The announcement came over the PA, "We need baggers to the front!" I ran up to the front as fast as I could because if you weren't fast, you wouldn't get to bag for the prettiest cashier.