“Dammit, dumping that little bitch off in the skate park bathroom lost me a lot of time!” Voletta ranted to herself.
She’d be lucky to have dinner started by the time her wife got home.
A greeter smiles “Hello there, would you like to sign up for-“
“Not now!” Voletta yelled as she bolted past.
“Rude.” The greeter huffed, oblivious to the scratch healing on her arm.
The amazon wasted no time snatching a cart and dashing like Usain Bolt lit on fire!
She was a quarter of the way down her list when a fat guy’s cart bumped into her and sent a jar of marinara smashing against the ground.
“Oh sorry, here, take- OWWWWW!” The guy yelled as Voletta slapped him across the face, accidentally scratching him.
Twenty-seven items got, twenty more to go. And right there was a sale on granola. A forty something tried to take the last box, getting scratched across the back of her hand as Voletta swiped the box.
“I’m calling the manager!” She yelled as she fell to the floor in pain.
“Almost there.... almost... alllllmost....” Voletta panted, nearly slamming through the deli counter.
“May I.... help you?” The elderly clerk asked.
“Yesgrilledchickensaladnodressingplease!” Voletta jabbered.
“Excuse me?” The clerk asked.
“I said grilled chicken salad, no dressing, please hurry.” Voletta panted.
“Grilled chicken salad and... smoln dressing?” The old lady asked.
“No dressing, I said no dressing!” Voletta yelled.
“Any drinks?” The clerk asked.
“No! No drinks! Just the salad, family sized!” Voletta yelled.
“That’ll be.... $14.99....” the old bag wheezed.
“Finally.” Voletta sighed.
“Now would you like to rate my performance?” The old woman asked, holding out a clipboard.
Voletta bolted past, scratching a passing teen on accident as she grabbed the last thing on her list.
“What’s her problem?” The teen girl asked.
“Must be in a hurry.” The old clerk commented.