After Matt left the office, Coach Hendricks slowly sat down. He hadn't quite taken his eyes off of the computer screen showing the AeAeA website. Something about it was drawing the big man in. He clicked around the site, perusing the vast selection of categories and departments. He wasn't quite sure how, but he had stumbled upon the site's "Bathroom Essentials" section. There were all sorts of shaving creams, razors, deodorants, shampoos, toothbrushes, toothpastes, and so on. Basically anything a person could ever need in a bathroom was listed. He stopped on a particular brand of body soap, noting that it was ideal for athletes who work up a good sweat.
"That would be good for the showers here," Hendricks mumbled to himself. Lord knows how many times he's needed to submit a request for decent soap dispensers to be either be replaced, refilled, or sometimes just flat out installed. Some of his guys would stink to high heaven after practice, suffocating every bird in the sky if possible. Hendricks clicked on it and selected the option to buy the body soap in bulk.
A notification popped up on the website. "Is this for a business? If so, enter in the business name to see if you apply for special discounts and delivery rates." Hendricks smirked and eagerly typed in the official name of the athletic department. He pressed "Enter" and the price on the bulk soap dropped dramatically. It also came with another notification. "Order this item in the next 24 minutes to receive it in 1 hour."
"One hour?! Hell yeah!" Hendricks grunted aloud, very pleased with this site. He could have the soap ready for his guys before practice was over! He quickly entered in his payment info for team-related purchases and submitted the order. A new notification appeared on the screen telling him that his shipment should arrive in approximately 45-65 minutes. Hendricks smirked and walked out of the office, making a mental note to keep an eye out for a delivery man later.
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Hendricks worked his players hard, as usual. They ran through play after play until they could nail them with perfection. The only problem seemed to be Matt. The quarterback was off his game today. He seemed distracted by something and kept missing throws. And it got worse each time he was tackled. Hendricks pulled him aside a few times to figure out what was wrong, but Matt refused to admit that something was wrong. Thankfully, Matt's backup, David, was almost as good as him and could step into the role if push came to shove. Hendricks irritably wrote on his clipboard that he needed to have a chat with Matt after practice. He wasn't appreciating the fact that Matt was so tight-lipped about whatever was keeping him off his A-game, especially after the speech he gave in the locker room before practice had even started.
He was in the middle of whispering to Coach Morris, the defensive coordinator, when his phone buzzed. He looked at it and saw a text from the front office of the gym. His packages had just arrived.
"That was fast," Hendricks mumbled with approval.
"Hm?" Morris asked.
"Oh, I ordered some body wash for the showers because I was tired of waiting for soap to arrive from the higher ups," Hendricks explained. Morris nodded his understanding. Hendricks glanced over to one of the assistants and said, "Richardson, there's a few packages that were just delivered. They should be boxes of body soap for the showers. Could you do me a favor and fill up the soap dispensers with it and store the rest in the closet?"
Carson Richards sighed and said, "Sure, Coach." He turned and trudged back to the front office of the gym. He didn't try to correct Coach Hendricks on his name. The big brute would never remember anyway. Not to say that Carson was tiny in comparison. He was moderately built with a firm, wide chest but was about a foot shorter than most of the other players. And with Coach Hendricks, the difference was even greater. He usually found that the bigger the difference in size between him and another man typically meant that the other man was so preoccupied in his own world that he didn't really bother much with the "little" people. Coach Hendricks fit that description to a tee.
Thankfully, there were only three large boxes waiting for Carson in the lobby of the front office. He grabbed one, marveled at how surprisingly heavy it was, and carried it to the locker room. He repeated it for the other two. Kneeling on the ground, he opened the first box up.