Tak'n Awey

▽. 8

The moment we walk into Walmart Supercenter, majority of the the employees greet him like it is a surprise birthday party. Girls wave and guys want dap. He's a Walmart superstar. He must shop here every damn day.

"Well aren't you the popular one," I convey, still smirking with aching jaws.

Justin makes a flattered facial expression, causing laughter to blurt from my mouth, "You wanna have some fun?"

"I'm already having fun," my forehead creases in vex.

"Well, let's up the dose. Take off your shoes and get in the basket." Before I could respond, he does it for me, "Don't think, just hop in."

I try to pitch in my advice, but he continues saying 'don't think', just do it. I grin largely as Justin picks me up, placing me inside the Walmart buggie. It's a shame that I can actually fit into the basket of a cart.

"Damn, what are you? Like twenty pounds?"

Before I could respond again, Justin stops me by shoving the cart forcefully. We fly through aisles, turning hastily and laughing aloud. I fall out the cart three times, but land onto my feet each time. I'm cool like that. People are staring at us as if we are aliens on planet Earth. One lady feels the need to tell us the rules that we are already aware of, "Hey, no! You're can get arrested for that!"

The air blowing on my face and the uncontrollable laughter throbbing in my stomach is the greatest feeling in the entire world. I've never had so much fun in my life. 

We arrive at the electronic department as Justin stops hard, "We have arriveddd." I climb out of the basket, still dying of laughter, and begin eyeballing the phone chargers. Justin is greeted by a few other employees that sound like they have something caught in their throats.

"Tony, my man. How's Ms. Elliot? Is she okay? I heard about the surgery."

They continue talking, but I tune them out in search of my charger. I spot chargers applicable for my phone, but they are not for a car. The only available chargers are wall chargers. It's pitiful that a highly developed corporation like Walmart can't even maintain their products in stock. I return to Justin's side and look at the unattractive male employee named Tony, "Hey... no car chargers?"

Justin looks at me and then at Tony to then repeat what I had said to Tony as if he is deaf, "No car chargers?"

"Yeah, Sherry's been really flip-floppy about us with the chargers. People keep on stealing them. So we have to keep them behind the counter. What kind do you need?"

 "Iphone charger," I answer,

Tony looks behind his counter, finds the charger I need, and hands it to me with a smile as larger than the sun, "Here you go. No charge for you guys. Justin's my homie."

Justin and I thank them and head towards the exit. We spot a few people that stop us about the cart incident trying to rat us out to employees working in Walmart. Sucks that nothing happened. I'm baffled and want to know how we aren't getting escorted out of Walmart's premises. "How'd you get your reputation here? It's Walmart. How can you get rep at Walmart?"

Justin flashes a grin, his dimple sinking into his cheek, "My dad took part in getting a few businesses established here. Walmart just so happened to be one. It's kind of like we own it."

"That's really cool. So, since he's gone, everything was passed down to you?"

"Yeah, I have all the authorities," we reach the car, but do not enter just yet, "We'll always have rep here in Miami. My dad helped invest plenty of businesses in Miami and other cities. We're... Co-owners of the city."