Dilemma.
Do I go out and shoot the idiot on my car with the shotgun I don't actually have
or
buy the sweats and pretend like nothing is out of the ordinary?
Maggie looked at Bill the security guy and smiled.
"What man?"
Bill swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, then reached for his radio.
"Control, this is Bill, over."
The radio squawked.
"Yeah Bill?"
Bill looked at Maggie and sighed. She could see him thinking how unprofessional everyone was other than him.
"Is the potential perpetrator still in the parking lot, over?"
Maggie could almost imagine Bill's supervisor, Marge McConnell looking across from customer service to see if anyone at the registers were still watching the display outside.
"If you mean the idiot with no clothing running around on all fours- then that would be yes."
"Copy that, control."
Why me?
Bill looked back at her and waited.
Maggie sighed, counted to five. Nope not working, she sighed again, took a deep breath and counted to ten. Yes that almost worked.
"Okay, thanks for the update, Cousin Eddy is up from Sparta and he is prone to doing weird things." She said as brightly as she could muster. Then shifted her load and began walking towards checkout. Bill almost ran to keep up with her pace.
"I didn't know you had a cousin, Mags?" Bill said trying to take her arm and failing mostly because she changed course so that he would have to put distance between them or run head on into the girl's tee shirt display.
"Oh? Well it's hard enough to keep up with all of them." She said airily. "What with him having that ATV accident and the brain injury and all."
Yes, she was going to hell in a hand basket like her mother constantly would warn her about. Her dad, the liar, would say it just takes one little lie to start a landslide. Well, he would know anyway- since he was still in the county lockup after his last lie landed him there.
"Oh." Bill probably would have said more but Maggie had steered herself to go down an aisle filled with restocking boxes, so Bill had to reroute and Maggie managed to make it to the checkout ahead of him.
She vague recognized the cashier as someone who was from town and smiled at him while handing her load of sweats over. Thankfully he was one of those cashiers who defied company policy and said nothing.
She thanks the heavens, then prayed that her debit card would go through and grabbed the proffered monster bag and then realized that Bill wasn't there.
Anxiously she looked outside into the twilight to see Bill and Figbold playing tag around her car. Bill had his radio out and was yelling something into it.
Defeated- Maggie stopped to consider her next move and then realized that the other two were nowhere to be seen. They were definitely not in the car.
Crap. Crap, crap, crap and double crap.
Do I go out and shoot the idiot on my car with the shotgun I don't actually have
or
buy the sweats and pretend like nothing is out of the ordinary?
Maggie looked at Bill the security guy and smiled.
"What man?"
Bill swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, then reached for his radio.
"Control, this is Bill, over."
The radio squawked.
"Yeah Bill?"
Bill looked at Maggie and sighed. She could see him thinking how unprofessional everyone was other than him.
"Is the potential perpetrator still in the parking lot, over?"
Maggie could almost imagine Bill's supervisor, Marge McConnell looking across from customer service to see if anyone at the registers were still watching the display outside.
"If you mean the idiot with no clothing running around on all fours- then that would be yes."
"Copy that, control."
Why me?
Bill looked back at her and waited.
Maggie sighed, counted to five. Nope not working, she sighed again, took a deep breath and counted to ten. Yes that almost worked.
"Okay, thanks for the update, Cousin Eddy is up from Sparta and he is prone to doing weird things." She said as brightly as she could muster. Then shifted her load and began walking towards checkout. Bill almost ran to keep up with her pace.
"I didn't know you had a cousin, Mags?" Bill said trying to take her arm and failing mostly because she changed course so that he would have to put distance between them or run head on into the girl's tee shirt display.
"Oh? Well it's hard enough to keep up with all of them." She said airily. "What with him having that ATV accident and the brain injury and all."
Yes, she was going to hell in a hand basket like her mother constantly would warn her about. Her dad, the liar, would say it just takes one little lie to start a landslide. Well, he would know anyway- since he was still in the county lockup after his last lie landed him there.
"Oh." Bill probably would have said more but Maggie had steered herself to go down an aisle filled with restocking boxes, so Bill had to reroute and Maggie managed to make it to the checkout ahead of him.
She vague recognized the cashier as someone who was from town and smiled at him while handing her load of sweats over. Thankfully he was one of those cashiers who defied company policy and said nothing.
She thanks the heavens, then prayed that her debit card would go through and grabbed the proffered monster bag and then realized that Bill wasn't there.
Anxiously she looked outside into the twilight to see Bill and Figbold playing tag around her car. Bill had his radio out and was yelling something into it.
Defeated- Maggie stopped to consider her next move and then realized that the other two were nowhere to be seen. They were definitely not in the car.
Crap. Crap, crap, crap and double crap.
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