Early one afternoon just outside the store where this very early 40s raven-haired Caucasian man wearing a red and green plaid shirt with baggy brown loafers and dark shoes was pulling into a parking space just outside “You really sure about this Laura? I mean this is a big step” the man inquired to the short and messy Raven-haired baggy purple dungarees over a white T-Shirt and purple trainers wearing 13 year old girl sat in the back. “Yes dad. I am” the girl responded in a somewhat sad tone.
Not saying anymore the pair merely got out of the car and went inside.
Now as the Father and Daughter had read up a bit before coming they weren’t completely taken back by how the main building was setup. For starters the actual building wasn’t where the animals looking here to be adopted were kept for the wired old man had them in a field out back.
What was inside as usually expected were shelves in rows opposite the entrance, some stacking bagged or tinned food, some housing various kinds of toys, a few carrying the various items for keeping both pet and neighborhood clean. Also included though was two sections between the entrance and shelves, one setup with various water and food bowls, the other basically a mass spreading of newspapers or toilet paper, both labelled for guests by signs…
…but as their research had reveal this was mainly over how the owner contently had customers returning with their newly adopted pets, not for returning but for checkups or simply visits during shopping centered around them. And as it happened the wired old owner was there at the checkout counter, besides an apron and a name-tag reading Goodwill he was casually dressed in a woolen gray with a few red and yellow lines Sweeter-vest with beige bottoms and black rubber boots, half-rim glasses perched on his face.
“Oh. Hi there. May I help you?” the old man then inquired upon seeing the two. “I hope so” Laura solemnly answered without looking and instead just paid attention to the further areas of the shop. Now the Old Man was looking worried as it was rare for customers of any age to not be so glum when entering. “Forgive me Goodwill. My Daughter Laura. She’s had a bit of a rouge time lately and we figured you were the best person to come to for help” the father apologized.
“Oh I see… mind caring to elaborate?” Goodwill requested “Mr…Umm…”. “OH… sorry. Matthew Howlet” the father, Matthew, introduced before getting to the point “See Laura was…crushing on this boy but…well… he instead went for this ‘my honest work is whatever these narrow minded geeks do for me’ girl-”. “That bimbo” Laura firmly corrected. “Right. And well… said ‘bimbo’ also fooled the poor boy into thinking she’s a natural genius while Laura only talent was dishonestly hiding” Matthew continued “If you know what I mean”. “And here I was thinking such vanity and lusting went out years ago” Goodwill remarked “So what are you here for in coping with that then?”. “Well let’s see” Matthew responded: