Phil Coulson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thingsgotmessy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} madisonvalley,@ 2024-11-22 20:28:00 |
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What: Grocery shopping
When: Friday evening
Where: Walmart
Warnings: TBA but probably none
Status: Open/On-going
Phil had volunteered to do the grocery shopping after work, which explained why he was there at almost 8pm. It'd been a long day -- he'd been in at six in the morning, so he would be very very glad to finally get home. In the meantime? Groceries.
He'd managed to leave the list at work, because of course he did. He'd had to text Kitty and have her send it to him, and he was pretty sure she'd been laughing as she did so. That was just how the day had gone, though, it'd been a bit... hectic. Yeah, he'd go with that and you couldn't change his mind. It hadn't been a bad day, though, which meant he was in a good mood even as he dodged around people that were only now starting to pick up things for Thanksgiving.
Offering up a silent prayer of gratitude that he wasn't there for a turkey, he glanced at the list for a second, mentally crossing things off. Realizing he'd missed something, he doubled back to go grab it.