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WHO: Hawkeye and anyone
WHERE: Downtown
WHEN: Late Halloween night.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Someone has to help little old ladies cross the street with all you young whippersnappers running around in your devil masks.
FORMAT: Whatever floats your boat.
"It's really no tr - no, I don't want any baklava."
How did you escape from someone that you were helping? Clint wasn't exactly sure how he got into this.
Okay, he knew how he'd gotten into this. He'd heard a woman scream and came running. It'd turned out that she'd been startled by a few kids in some admittedly gruesome Halloween masks and had dropped her bags all over the street. After he'd helped her collect everything, including the melons that were rolling down the block, she'd simply started walking.
Leaving him with four grocery bags.
He couldn't exactly tell an elderly woman who looked 80 if she was a day that he wasn't going to help her carry her bags across the street. It's just that somehow across the street became 10 blocks home and unpacked into the cabinets.
Now, he was trying to make it all the way down to the sidewalk without any more pastries to thank him. "Really, Mrs. Apostolos, I couldn't eat another bite. The first two pieces were delicious. Thank you. Have a good evening."
He turned to go, but he could hear and feel something getting shoved into his quiver. There were going to be crumbs all over. Sigh.
WHERE: Downtown
WHEN: Late Halloween night.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Someone has to help little old ladies cross the street with all you young whippersnappers running around in your devil masks.
FORMAT: Whatever floats your boat.
"It's really no tr - no, I don't want any baklava."
How did you escape from someone that you were helping? Clint wasn't exactly sure how he got into this.
Okay, he knew how he'd gotten into this. He'd heard a woman scream and came running. It'd turned out that she'd been startled by a few kids in some admittedly gruesome Halloween masks and had dropped her bags all over the street. After he'd helped her collect everything, including the melons that were rolling down the block, she'd simply started walking.
Leaving him with four grocery bags.
He couldn't exactly tell an elderly woman who looked 80 if she was a day that he wasn't going to help her carry her bags across the street. It's just that somehow across the street became 10 blocks home and unpacked into the cabinets.
Now, he was trying to make it all the way down to the sidewalk without any more pastries to thank him. "Really, Mrs. Apostolos, I couldn't eat another bite. The first two pieces were delicious. Thank you. Have a good evening."
He turned to go, but he could hear and feel something getting shoved into his quiver. There were going to be crumbs all over. Sigh.