Donna stuffed her pockets full of tissues. It was her last box, and she was on her way out to get some more. It was one of the worst colds she had had in years, she had gone through three boxes already. Popping some cold medication she headed out the door, she hoped to be back before the drowsiness set in.
The first store did not have her favorite variant Angel Wings. They offered her other brands, but she refused, she had tried them before, they would feel like sand paper to her already inflamed nose.
In a huff she went off to the next place, Pearlingtons, the biggest retail store in town. They had everything you need and a lot you didn't. It was quite a drive, but they had never let her down before. Blowing her nose with the second last of her tissues she made her way to the aisle.
She stared dumbly at the shelf where the Angel Wings normally were. This just could not be! She clicked her fingers at the nearest Pearlington employee.
“Oi, sunshine!”
The shop assistant sighed and shuffled over. Donna wondered if the kid was old enough to work there.
“Ma'am?”
“Angel Wings, where are the Angel Wings?”
“The what sorry?”
“Angel Wings tissues!” said Donna pounding her foot.
“Oh those, we don't sell them anymore.”
“What? That's insane! Call the manager.”
“Umm... but it's such a small problem...”
Donna went a little further down the aisle and knocked over a Feathersoft tissue display. “Do you doubt the seriousness of my request now?”
“Crazy old bat,” muttered the boy.
“I will pretend I didn't hear that, now go!”
A bit shame faced the assistant shuffled off again.
Donna wondered if maybe she was a bit harsh, but she shook her head, how could they not stock Angel Wings? It was an outrage. Some shoppers stared at her, but soon stopped when she glared at them back.
A few moments later a tall man arrived, he was about twice her height.
“I understand you're causing a disturbance?”
“No, you listen to me, where are my Angel Wings?”
“They have been discontinued.”
“I don't believe it!”
“Maybe you would like to try new the Feathersoft?” he asked grabbing a box from a nearby shelf and offering it to her.
She knocked the box out of his hand. “Never!”
“Calm down ma'am!”
That was it, she snapped. Donna gripped the man by the tie, pulling him down to her eye level. With a full back swing she slapped him across the face.
“That calm enough for you?”
The man fell over, squashing half a dozen Feathersoft tissue boxes. There was a spot of blood coming from his nose. He just sat there, his eyes large and his hand pressed against his cheek. She threw her last Angel Wings at him and stomped away. She had a strongly worded email to write when she got home.
