GOING TO THE STORE

I took a cab to the store, grabbing some cash out of my rainy day/bail money. Usually, I wouldn’t do something like that, but usually I don’t have five hundred thousand dollars to fall back on. I also, of course, grabbed my satchel and… why are you laughing? Satchels are manly! You know, I don’t think you really want to hear this.

Oh, you do? Then shut up about my satchel, okay? Okay.

So I went to the store, and the container I ended up buying was part of a time capsule kit. A little obvious, sure, but knowing that someone buried something isn’t the same as knowing where that something is. When I got to the checkout, the clerk was looking at me kinda funny.

“Going camping with the kids.” I said to explain why a grown man was buying a time capsule. The clerk nodded, but kept staring. I saw that he was looking at my hip, and at first I thought he was staring at my satchel, which was irritating me.

“You got a problem, buddy?” I asked him, a bit more harshly then I intended.

“N-no.” He stammered. “P-p-paper or plastic?”

“Just give me the box.” He nodded and gave me the box.

That was weird. I thought to myself as I walked out of the store. Then I looked down and saw that the gun I had tucked into the back of my waistband had somehow migrated over to my left hip, and was extremely visible. Whoops. I should probably get out of here in case that clerk calls the cops.

I put the gun into my satchel along with the time capsule kit and then I

RETURNED HOME TO GET THE MONEY

WENT TO CHECK OUT THE ADDRESS SINCE I WAS ALREADY OUT

GOING TO THE STORE

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