William Hand (blackesthand) wrote in year_one, @ 2009-07-30 20:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | black hand |
Who: William Hand.
What: William goes grocery shopping. Hey, even villains gotta eat.
When: Thursday, July 30th, 6pm-ish.
Where: Coast City grocery store.
Rating: PG
The grocery store. One of the few places that had a steady stream of customers no matter what day of the week was. A damn shame for William, who would want nothing more than to have the store completely to himself each time he visited. If living people were annoying in general, they were even more so within the walls of a supermarket.
He went through the store quickly, methodically grabbing the different supplies he needed and checking off each on his mental grocery list. Toilet paper, check. Steaks, check. Multiple bags of coffee, check. Any other concoction that can help with staying awake, check, check and check. The cashiers always looked at him oddly when they saw the massive amounts of caffeine filled items. Let them look, they don't know anything.
With all of his things neatly placed in his cart, he made his way to the check out. Three check outs open and a long line beginning to build at each one of them. What idiots would have only three check outs open when there were so many people? He slid into the shortest line, eyes following the old woman's movements as she placed each one of her items slowly onto the belt. She was a quiet woman, though, so he could handle the extra wait.
That was, until a mother and her rowdy kid came up behind him. His eye twitched. God, he hated toddlers. They were loud, disgusting little shits that needed to be locked away until they either grew up enough to shut the hell up or died. Dying was definitely the better of the two options - it guaranteed silence - but he wasn't much into dead toddlers, either. Maybe because every time he worked with one memories of screaming babies at the grocery store popped into his head.
The toddler's irritating screams weren't the worst of it, however. It was when the mother joined in on the noise telling the kid constantly to shut up that really drove William crazy. Which just happened to be happening right now. He gave an audible sigh, pinching the very top of his nose near his brow. The woman no doubt glared at him, but he couldn't see it. Not that he really cared. Why should he be polite when the woman couldn't have the decency to silence herself and the child.
The granny in front finally paid for her groceries and William was next up. As the cashier rang in his items, he glanced at the woman behind him. Ill fitting clothing with skin the color only achieved after one too many visits to a tanning salon, platinum blond and, of course, the annoying brat of a child hanging off her arm whining about some candy. He stored the image in his mind, handing a few bills to the cashier and picking up his groceries. Next time he fought with Green Lantern and she was around, he was definitely going to have something fall on her.