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A basic trip to Walmart…

It basically went like this: Mom said … “Hey, I’m leaving for Walmart in a few minutes.”

I thought ‘HUH?’ But I said, “Um, okay, give me a sec. and I will stop what I am doing and we will go.”

This is how my mother goes to Walmart. I asked if she had told me in advance and she said… “Yes, I told you I was going Monday,” and the sad thing is she actually might have…

So we went to Walmart, the home of screaming children, rude adults, and all the sarcastic people you could ever want to meet in one place at one time. Several little unsupervised children were playing tag in the aisles. Screaming, almost knocking stuff over. I saw no parents. Store employees were actually shaking their heads.

Then several store employees were restocking and blocking whole aisles. And so when you come down the aisle whoever was ahead of you is glaring at you like “You better not try to cut the line!” Meanwhile whoever turned down the aisle behind you is running into you, and you are thinking, damn, if I were Sly Stallone I could just machine gun these… Never mind…

So, I did not injure anyone. Great restraint on my part. Instead I used my eyes and killed them where they stood. Super Man would have been proud, or any other Super Hero that can kill people with their eyes; not truly sure that Superman can do that.

Anywho…, then Mom sent me with a list of stuff to get. Got it and found mom had disappeared. I suspected Ben Linus may have had something to do with it. Searched the entire store and just as I was about to admit defeat and have her paged I found her. I think that implies I would never have admitted defeat. Then I thought, ‘how on earth are we going to escape this island?’ Then I realized I was not a character on LOST and gathered it in.

Didn’t kill any of the rude people that cut mom off (An eighty plus year old woman in an electric cart), slammed into my cart and made it to the checkout only to have a lady pull in behind me and start placing things on the conveyor belt… I thought &*^%$##@@$%^ but of course I didn’t say &*^%$##@@$%^. Instead I looked at mom and she wheeled ahead to let me get the cart ahead of her. Arrggg.

Then I tried to leave the checkout and a lady slammed into me and glared at me. I thought, Wow, is it open season on stupid housewives? But no, it wasn’t, so again I let that one pass, collected mom and we managed to make it all the way back to the car without further incident…

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Crime Time

Dell Sweet

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Description

Crime Time is a collection of nine crime stories from author Dell Sweet. From short stories to near novel length…
… When a man tells you he has the moral flexibility to include murder in his life if he deems it necessary this is probably not a man you should be hanging out with.
Jeff Johnson had reminded himself of this fact about Robert Biel more than once, yet every day he found himself hanging around, giving him lifts to do job searches, parole, where ever he needed to go: Even hanging around with him at night…
Nine stories that are hard edged, entertaining and good, fast rides into the darkness that is the criminal’s world…
… In the last few days she had decided a few things. First: Dello was a killer. She knew that. It was how he made a living. It wouldn’t be hard to kill her, she supposed. She knew that sounded unreasonable, probably was wildly unreasonable, but she couldn’t get it out of her head. What if they were over and suppose he needed her gone because she knew too much. Way too much. What would he do, tell her it’s over and show her the door? She didn’t believe it. What she did believe, what had gotten into her head, was that he would take her somewhere and kill her…
Unforgettable characters and places. A gritty world from Sweet’s mind where anything can and usually does happen…
… Too late, I thought as I realized I had left the machine pistol lying on the front seat instead of keeping it in my right hand where it should have been. I could hear the sound of a machine pistol behind me as the Mexican opened up. I did what I could. I aimed the truck at the two men; levered the door-handle and prepared to jump just as the windshield hit by several of the rounds fired by the two men was blown inward: My world faded to black…


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