A Quaint Shopping Excursion [Open]
The clerk, a young boy of maybe sixteen, just stared back at the half-Vulcan with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. Spock waited for approximately 8.3 seconds before he quirked his brow, cleared his throat, and restated his request. Still, the boy stared at him. The kid didn't know what to think. First of all, the man had pointed ears like some sort of elf. Now this really shouldn't have bothered him. A talking cat came in the other day asking for spare radio parts. But the pointy-eared man talked funny. Like, well, like a computer. And he had weird eyebrows (also pointy) and a funny haircut. And when the boy leaned forward to get a closer look, he could have sworn that the man had a greenish tint to his skin.
Spock wasn't one to show emotions. He understood that humans had an inane fascination with him. It was highly illogical. As far as humanoids went, there wasn't much difference between Terrans and Vulcans. At least, not on the outside. Vulcans were, naturally, more superior in strength, intelligence, and technological advances. But, being Vulcans, they prided themselves on not being overly egotistical about their breed. That wouldn't have been correct in the ways of Surak.
"Do you require a written list to assist you in retrieving these objects?" Spock asked.
"Uhm, no. I think we have the copper. And the batteries. Maybe the TV parts. But I know we ain't got no gold and definitely no thermal nuclear whatchamacallit," the boy replied, after finally getting over his shock.
"The detonator for a thermal nuclear reactor."
"Yeah, that. I'm pretty sure we ain't got that, mister. But we got a nice toaster oven on sale. It toasts four pieces of bread at once, and makes these nice little lines on the bread kinda like bacon swirls. You know? Those wavy lines?"
Spock was at a loss for understanding the common vernacular of this human. Why couldn't humans not speak clearly and succinctly? Certainly that was one of the universe's greatest mysteries.
"It would be appreciated if you could retrieve what items you do have."
"Yes, sir. I will check the stockroom. Just a minute," the boy said, scurrying off to the back of the store.
Spock remained beside the register, arms crossed over his blue Starfleet uniform. He would have to practice subduing his human half. It could be so impatient at times. But in an environment such as this, it was very difficult. Very difficult indeed.