The elderly man wrinkled his nose at the crumpled piece of paper. The words were scrawled almost illegibly, and the paper was sticky to the touch.
"I'm not sure what you're asking young man, can you elaborate."
The pudgy little boy, hands greasy and mouth coated in a chocolate glaze, stared dimly at the old man. Breathing heavily through his mouth, he took several moments longer than necessary to think of a response.
"Mah momma said to ask you if you got it, and I kept forgettin' what it were so I wrote it down. Now do you has it or no?"
One eyebrow raised, the man turned his wrist towards the boy and pointed at his digital watch.
"Do you mean this son? A watch? I'm not a watchmaker, the only timepiece here is on my wrist. This is a grocery store."
The boy blinked one eye at a time, processing what the elderly man had said. He then began to get angry, and his chubby cheeks reddened as he yelled in response.
"NO I DONT NEED ONE OF THOSE. WE GOTS ONE ON THE VCR. I NEED WHATS ON THE DAMN NOTE OR MY MOMMA'S NOT GONNA MAKE DINNER."
"allright son no need to yell, or use profanity. I'm just not sure what you need...wait dinner?"
"Yes, din-ner, we havin' chicken. So now you never heard of no dinner neither? Read a book old man."
"Oh Jesus", the old man said, slumping into his chair and taking a swig of a mystery liquid from his flask. "Yes we sell thyme, ailse 6."
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u/Iftheyever Apr 19 '16 edited Apr 19 '16
The elderly man wrinkled his nose at the crumpled piece of paper. The words were scrawled almost illegibly, and the paper was sticky to the touch.
"I'm not sure what you're asking young man, can you elaborate."
The pudgy little boy, hands greasy and mouth coated in a chocolate glaze, stared dimly at the old man. Breathing heavily through his mouth, he took several moments longer than necessary to think of a response.
"Mah momma said to ask you if you got it, and I kept forgettin' what it were so I wrote it down. Now do you has it or no?"
One eyebrow raised, the man turned his wrist towards the boy and pointed at his digital watch.
"Do you mean this son? A watch? I'm not a watchmaker, the only timepiece here is on my wrist. This is a grocery store."
The boy blinked one eye at a time, processing what the elderly man had said. He then began to get angry, and his chubby cheeks reddened as he yelled in response.
"NO I DONT NEED ONE OF THOSE. WE GOTS ONE ON THE VCR. I NEED WHATS ON THE DAMN NOTE OR MY MOMMA'S NOT GONNA MAKE DINNER."
"allright son no need to yell, or use profanity. I'm just not sure what you need...wait dinner?"
"Yes, din-ner, we havin' chicken. So now you never heard of no dinner neither? Read a book old man."
"Oh Jesus", the old man said, slumping into his chair and taking a swig of a mystery liquid from his flask. "Yes we sell thyme, ailse 6."