In a fit of retail need, Ivy says she needs stuff.
I grouse a bit. Look, we were shopping allover bigger town yesterday. I say “Why?” She says “coz, looky I have coupons!”
Can I tell you how bad I hate Dollar General? It’s the only game in my little village of the damned.
I relent. First off, I look like sin warmed over. My hair is not liking the barometric pressures.
I’m kinda pouf-y in the face because I napped on it.
Oh well. No one will be in that store. Who cares. I did dab perfume on(Hot Cherry, by somebody notable, forget. I stole in from the Lil’wrekker.)
Speaking of her. She flew to NYC to see some shows and shop, today. Friends and her boyfriend. Got Wicked seats. Bon Voyage!
So we go in to town. OM freakin” G. I didn’t think there were that many people around here. The DG lot was packed. Well, 20 cars.
The store was full. Dang it Ivy. She didn’t tell me it was double coupon day.
She runs in, her sweaty palms clamped onto her coupons. I don’t run in places. I kinda like to scope out what’s the lay of the land first. So I hang back.
A guy in a big white pulls up with a yappy happy dog in the bed of the truck. I glance over. It’s the exact image of a friend’s dog. Who was not expected to be anywhere near here. A fancy colored dachshund. The guy was tryna get the dog into the cab. It was a mini rodeo in the truck bed. Dog barking all the time. I started toward them but the guy succeeded in putting the dog in front and hop in and speed off.
Yep, a Ghost dog came to see me.
I go in the store. I’m scanning for Ivy. I see a shorter blond girl make a corner fast. I swear it was the Lil’wrekker down to her bag on her shoulder. Well, we know she’s in NYC.
I searched the whole store, fighting traffic on every narrow aisle(did I tell you I hate DG?)
No Lil’wrekker.
Ghost girl? I wonder.
I coulda stepped into an alternate universe…..Naaaah.
As we were leaving, Ivy says “What took you so long? That place was eerie”