Something Wrong with the Body Wash
“Sorry to tell you this, babe, but I can’t find it.” Cole Nielsen was at his local WalMart, buying various groceries for his sick girlfriend, Stephanie McGee. She had been on the phone with him for nearly half an hour, guiding him to her favourite body wash. However, it didn’t seem to be in stock, as he had been looking in the exact place, and all he saw were some sports equipment. Goddammit, thought Cole, I’m 22, I shouldn’t be buying groceries for my girlfriend who’s younger than me by a year and a half. You know, even if she is sick.
”Whatever,” said Stephanie’s raspy voice from the other line, “just buy something that you think I’ll like.”
”Alright,” said Cole, and he hung up. ”Gotta find some body wash,” he said to no one in particular.
”Excuse me, sir,” said an employee, “you said body wash? There just so happens to be a new stockpile of a bra