Out of milk
Normally, I wouldn't go grocery shopping at night, but I needed the milk. If I'm going to have breakfast in the morning, I need the milk. Most important meal of the day, yada yada. Pick up a few other items, as long as I'm out.
Paper or plastic? Plastic.
Shopping done, approach car. It gets so dark at night here, you can't see very far, even if what you're looking for is under a lamp.
"Excuse me."
Where did he come from? I must have looked terrified. I took a couple steps back (Mother, may I?). They found a woman tied up and left for dead not far from here. What was her name?
He didn't say anything else. He didn't have to. The two women chatting in the entrance to the store could have seen what he thought of me, if they'd bothered to look. He turned and went on his way.
Relieved, I approached my car door again.
"Excuse me," he said. Again.
Shit--my keys were in the door. He said something else, but I couldn't hear it exactly. They're always finding murdered women not far from here, and their cars in Mexico. He looked like a homeless man. His teeth were awfully white for a homeless man.
"Go away," I said. Pathetically, I thought.
He didn't have to say it. He was a loud thinker. Hands full of groceries and she can't spare any change? She must be a real bitch.
Paper or plastic? Plastic.
Shopping done, approach car. It gets so dark at night here, you can't see very far, even if what you're looking for is under a lamp.
"Excuse me."
Where did he come from? I must have looked terrified. I took a couple steps back (Mother, may I?). They found a woman tied up and left for dead not far from here. What was her name?
He didn't say anything else. He didn't have to. The two women chatting in the entrance to the store could have seen what he thought of me, if they'd bothered to look. He turned and went on his way.
Relieved, I approached my car door again.
"Excuse me," he said. Again.
Shit--my keys were in the door. He said something else, but I couldn't hear it exactly. They're always finding murdered women not far from here, and their cars in Mexico. He looked like a homeless man. His teeth were awfully white for a homeless man.
"Go away," I said. Pathetically, I thought.
He didn't have to say it. He was a loud thinker. Hands full of groceries and she can't spare any change? She must be a real bitch.