The people started to gather at the door. She knew it would be a long day with so many shoppers waiting at the doors. The quarantine was to go into effect at midnight tonight so everyone wanted to shop while they could. There was a large sign outside that stated no more than two of one item for any customer, they also had smaller versions on each door and by the high-volume items – paper goods, cleaners, canned food and batteries. The doors opened and the mass moved forward. This was worse than Christmas shopping she thought.
For the most part the morning went well. As the day moved on and supplies dwindled down on the shelves, tempers flared. She heard a man yell “Screw you!” She turned and saw a man standing with one of the assistant managers. It was obvious there were high tensions on both sides of the conversation. As the argument went on the volume got louder and the man became belligerent. He swore and took a swing at the manager who had joined in to try to calm the situation. He ducked just in time. It was then the police came into the building.
In no time the offensive customer was escorted out of the building and she continued checking out customers until the store closed at four o’clock.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – belligerent
“I don’t want to hear it!” She slammed her purse down on the table and turned to him saying, “I asked for one simple thing. Just pay the electric bill. I don’t think that was asking too much. But you couldn’t find 5 minutes when you were out today to get it done?”
“I have a confession to make,” he said, and the woman turned on her heals to stare at him. “I was out at the range and a buddy of mine talked me into going into the Sportsman’s Shop with him and they had the coolest gun there…
“Don’t tell me you bought another gun? You have three but only two hands to hold them with. What are you going to do with a fourth one?”
“Protect us when things turn bad.”
“But why four when you ONLY HAVE TWO HANDS?”
“I thought maybe yo…”
“Don’t you dare say I could use them. You know I hate guns and only barely tolerate the ones you have here. I will NOT have my house over-run with fire power. It is pointless and unsafe for my granddaughter.”
“Well it was my tax refund money.”
“Yeah, well it is my house and I don’t want that many here!”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – confession
She wanted everything to be right. She was meticulous with every little detail. This was the first time she had hosted a luncheon for her book club and she wanted it memorable. She took advantage of her love of crafting to make individual place markers with their names at the table. She knew there were a couple of people that just shouldn’t sit together so she thought this would solve any impending problems.
They arrived on time and marveled at the work she had done with the book themed luncheon. It went well, like she had it planned all along.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – meticulous
I just want to put my two cents worth in right now. I kindly will pass on getting the corona virus, thank you. I have better things to do this week and really enjoy breathing fairly easy – I have asthma, so it is not perfect all the time. So, whoever is listening… I don’t want the “rona” (as my daughter refers to it), I want a treatment, vaccine, and cure found for it sooner rather than later, and I want people to stop freaking out until that research is done. There is no need for hording toilet paper. If everyone respected each other, there would be enough to go around. The people on the front lines are over worked and understaffed worse than normal – be kind. And thank the people who are still working for you in one manner or another – medical personnel, food service, retail, delivery people of all kinds, police and fire, the newscasters who try to keep us updated on the latest information, the people who keep your cable and internet running and those who clean up our world. They are all still out in the thick of it while you are at home trying to fill your day, so it passes quickly. …end of rant.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pass