She seemed sweet enough at first, when the woman with white hair came into the store. She reminded me of my friend's grandmother, who looked much younger than she actually was. Yet her eyes were like a hawk's. Pinning me in place as she jabbed a finger into my chest asking me, "Do you have any piranhas?"
I swallowed hard. "Ummm no?"
She frowned, taking a long look at the fish tanks before once again pinning me in place with her eyes. "Alligators?"
I shook my head. "Sorry."
"Sharks?"
"We have fish that look like sharks." I answered helpfully.
Her eyes lit up. "Do they eat meat?"
"Uh...no. They don't have teeth..."
She threw her hands up in the air looking skywards. "Well that doesn't help me at all!" she exclaimed turning on her heel. "I need something to send to my enemies, but you don't have what I'm looking for!" She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and stalked from the store, without a backwards glance.
I swallowed again, giving a nervous laugh. I really hoped she wasn't serious....but somehow I knew she actually was.
-Inspiration from a conversation at work.
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