Petsmart
It seemed to be Little Old Lady Day at Petsmart. There
were four of them in line at the checkout, all wearing stretchy pants and nice
errand-running shirts.
As the last in line, she had time to analyze the
contents of the other three’s carts.
The first one had three cases of canned cat food and a
feather toy.
The second one had three squeaky toys and a newly-groomed
Yorkie in the basket.
The old lady in front of her was holding a container
of fruit flies and a bag of annoyed-looking crickets.
Without thinking, she took a step back.
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