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The Kmart smelled like plastic laced with grape Jolly Ranchers. Andrea shifted her weight to her right foot and sighed. “Nine, ten, eleven,” she mumbled, counting the people between her and the inept cashier, who moved slower than geriatric tai chi. She clutched the package of drapery hooks in her hand and wondered if she should ditch it and split. She could easily spend another night wondering how much the midnight masturbator across the alley could see. Then her radar went off: Cute guy at Register 4…with girlfriend. Andrea casually looked in their direction. He, tall and sleepy-eyed, draped his arm over her shoulders. She, lean and catlike, held a spool of black thread and a package of sewing needles. He looked familiar. She looked bored. Their line moved. Andrea, up on her toes, peered over customers as the couple made their way to the exit. “Jon Spencer,” she whispered, deducing his companion was Cristina Martinez. Andrea smiled. Perhaps, she thought, Cristina split her pants. Andrea was disgusted by her shallow sense of satisfaction. Martinez and Spencer (pictured at left) lead Boss Hog, playing with Lonesome Organist at 9 p.m. Friday, March 20, at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $10. (202) 393-0930. (Elisa Nader)