The only times I go to Target in Bonney Lake are for when I need to pick up medication or to look at their cookware.
Thus I'm standing in the check out line with my bags of pills and a new non stick frying pan, idly trying to determine the gender and potential species of the blue haired whale like cashier. I've determined it is most likely a female, perhaps a species of white orca that had been conscripted to this life of cashiering.
To our left a lot of yelling is going on, an anorexic appearing teenager starts jumping around a second large creature (this one resembles a black walrus with low quality weave work.) The poor clerks arms are flailing about like Kermit the frog, saying she cant leave yet and has to pay. She pushes her cart past him and out the door. I instinctively grip my Luger and get ready to confront her when I had a vision of the future. I saw myself being handcuffed and sitting in the back of a squad car.
The poster child for anorexia didn't follow her outside, why should I risk my safety and freedom?
This wasn't my battle, not worth the risks involved to "do the right thing". I'd have liked to have done something but I believe I made the right choice to not go after the walrus, it's not as if I packed my harpoon gun for such an occasion anyhow.
Thus I'm standing in the check out line with my bags of pills and a new non stick frying pan, idly trying to determine the gender and potential species of the blue haired whale like cashier. I've determined it is most likely a female, perhaps a species of white orca that had been conscripted to this life of cashiering.
To our left a lot of yelling is going on, an anorexic appearing teenager starts jumping around a second large creature (this one resembles a black walrus with low quality weave work.) The poor clerks arms are flailing about like Kermit the frog, saying she cant leave yet and has to pay. She pushes her cart past him and out the door. I instinctively grip my Luger and get ready to confront her when I had a vision of the future. I saw myself being handcuffed and sitting in the back of a squad car.
The poster child for anorexia didn't follow her outside, why should I risk my safety and freedom?
This wasn't my battle, not worth the risks involved to "do the right thing". I'd have liked to have done something but I believe I made the right choice to not go after the walrus, it's not as if I packed my harpoon gun for such an occasion anyhow.
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