Petsmart

 

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.