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sue_ur_wok in lolocracy

MY ONLY WEAKNESS IS THE TWO FOR ONE DEAL.

Sep 03, 2009 19:53

WHO: Yao, Emi, Raivis and other bargain shoppers!
WHEN: Thursday afternoon (September 3rd).
WHERE: 99¢ Only Store.
WHAT: Cheapasses of the world unite!
RATING: S is for savings.

( He just wanted to escape recognition out in public, not pass for a woman. )

it's always the quiet ones, status: complete, latvia, unintentional genderbending, south mexico, south korea, china, my girl wants to party all the time

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HALLO PRETTY LADY. salylimon September 4 2009, 08:30:42 UTC

Emiliana knew that she could be doing her shopping somewhere other than her local 99¢ Only Store. Like at a Wal-Mart, perhaps. However, her reason for walking up and down the disorganized aisles of the dollar store had nothing to with the fact that cheaper prices tempted her more than actual name brand goods. No, it was just that she liked having the option of buying tortillas, cake mix, and a Virgen de Guadalupe nightlight at the same store. That was it, really.

Pushing her shopping cart past the shelves filled with old, and partially rusted, cans of Aqua Net hairspray, Emiliana shifted to wheel her cart out of aisle Number Five and its shelves of generic hair products. She enjoyed taking her time, choosing to walk down each aisle in case she found something to take home with her.

Wheeling her cart into the next aisle, Emilaian shot a quick look around, hoping to spot something interesting (and entirely necessary to buy) from the get go. However, just as she was done taking in what pieces of crap the sixth aisle had to offer, ( ... )

H-hope th-this is a-alright... man_nav_naudas September 4 2009, 23:22:55 UTC

On this day, this day of mildly malfunctioning cart wheels and peculiar strangers roaming vacant aisles, of slashed paychecks and monetary sacrifices to the god called Bills, there existed even still, salvation. A place where the weary, the desperate and the I-just-made-my-housing-payment-now-I'm-broke journeyed to so that they might, at last, purchase that gleaming hair dryer made in China. Or that holy-shit-cheap light bulb for a certain malfunctioning, definitely broken fixture dangling uselessly in the living room.

The doors creaked and rattled their welcome to this holy place of bargains and Raivis Galante shyly feeling absolutely no bizarre sort of empathy at all with the way the doors trembled and moaned... at all... hearkened to the call ( ... )

LMAO YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME~ sue_ur_wok September 5 2009, 09:26:17 UTC

It felt not unlike everyone was staring at him, almost like a physical weight of multiple sets of eyes boring into the back of his head. For a brief moment he panicked: surely he didn't look that of place? His gaze slowly slid over to a man in the next aisle, talking too loudly on his cell phone and sporting a bad toupee that looked frighteningly like his auntie's dead cat. A toupee! In this day and age! That had to be far worse than a pair of sunglasses and (what he thought was) a reasonably fashionable headscarf.

And was it just him or were all these lights and recycled air beginning to make him sweat? The perspiration lightly beaded on his brow. Yao tugged at the collar of his shirt and gulped silently. Composure was key though; he thought it would be rather abrupt or just plain weird if he tore the scarf and sunglasses off and shouted, STOP LOOKING AT ME! or I'M A MAN! Because he could always tell when people were giving him that scrutinising stare, trying to determine whether he was all of his twenty-eight years or a little ( ... )

man_nav_naudas September 5 2009, 21:08:06 UTC

If there was anything his father had taught him in the dawning days of his youth, it was simple thus:

Walk quietly, young Raivis, and carry a small camera.

Or really, something to the effect. It wasn't as though he condoned that sort of behavior and no matter what his father had said, he'd never been one to follow what that advice had implied- walk quietly, yes. But spying? Never.

At least...

Not until the reappearance of vecmate in a cheap ninety-nine cent store all the way across the Atlantic in a not-so-prominent-but-still-somewhat-large American city.

He saw the woman pause and attempt prodding at her cart's wheel for smoother movement. When she seemed to perk, he ducked his head, blushing at the pantyhose he found himself eye to eye with.

Well...Good thing no one else was in this aisle.

Know what's more awesome? My Engrish. salylimon September 6 2009, 09:44:14 UTC

And though she knew it was rude to stare, Emiliana could not help but blankly watch as the oddly dressed woman now struggled with her shopping cart ( ... )