Snow day at the super market
Boris steps in the market after forty-five minutes of treading through snow.
He doesn’t hate the stuff but traveling through snowy weather is not something he’d like to be doing on a weekend. He put on his apron and started counting and refilling stock while the manager started to open for the morning and other employees started trickling in to their registers.
'20 minutes to opening… ” thought the sun bug.
*floats into the store bringing in a draft with her*
'Scuse me sir, but do ya happen to know what aisle I could find the canned goods?