The Wicked Ones

Clothes, Clothes, and More Clothes

Shopping, shopping, shopping. Gotta love it, I think as I head down cramped streets. I should probably check to see where I am but nah, takes too long. Plus I'm already moving, let's just look for anything that sells clothes, shall we?

After driving for what seems like forever I decided to settle on a weird looking strip mall. I pull into a space and stop my car. I lean forward and rest my head on the wheel with a long exaggerated sigh. This day blows.

I inch my way out of my car and slam the door shut. I grab the edges of my coat and roughly pull them down while spinning to face the strip. I scan the area to see which store resembles clothes the most.

I settle on a thrift shop. Why not? Sells clothes, cheap too, I might add and I've always had quite the knack for thrifting. I walk across the street in through the doors of the store and get slapped in the face with dust. Damn!

I cough a little and do my best to make it discreet due to the looks of hate I'm receiving from the old women working behind the counter. I give them a small awkward smile and speed to the back of the store.

I quickly turn right and head for the shirts. Clothes, clothes, and more clothes. Flowers, pinks, words, girly, themed, etc. Everything but what I like. A-ha! I think as a rusty rack of flannels and plaids catch my eye. My kind of clothes.

I walk up to a light green flannel and promptly decide against it. Green is not my color, ooh, but blue is. I grab a blue flannel and go for it. After collecting quite a few other flannels and plaids I go for the pants. I don't need too many pairs of those.

I grab a dark blue and black pair and head for check out. I walk up to the counter and get greeted by a woman that oddly resembles Roz from Monsters Inc. She snatches the clothes and rings them all up.

"Find everything alright?" She growls.

I rapidly shake my head up and down. She mumbles something to another employee and shoves my clothes into a brown paper bag. She pushes them towards me on the counter almost making them tip over. I hurriedly grab them and set them upright. She tells me the cost and I give her the money.

"Keep the change." I say heading out the door. Don't care to spend too much time in there, probably die from smog poisoning. I walk up to my car and throw the bag in the back seat and lock the doors again. May as well go look around at the other stores now that I'm here. Probably never get another chance to do it again.