The Grocery Store

William Wright was enjoying a long island tea on the poolside deck in his Tampa home. William was a tall, dark haired, good-looking news reporter. He was a local celebrity and appeared on several billboards around town, advertising the ten o’clock news channel. He had two kids, Matthew, 7, and Derek, 13 and a lovely wife Beverly. She was what some people would refer to as a trophy wife. She was middle-aged, blond
Farrah Fawcett hair, stay-home mother. 

Beverly walked out to the pool deck to get Will’s Attention, “hey” William turned around from his rattan chair, “What do you need?”, “I was wondering if you could run to the grocery store”, “Hun, I really don’t feel like it. I’ve worked all week and i just need to some time to wind down.” Beverly snapped back, “Matthew is sick and has been throwing up and running a temperature. I just need you to run to the store and pick up some Flu medicine.” Will jumped out of his chair and with a grumpy undertone, “Fine, fine, I’ll go to the damn store.” He slipped on his boat shoes and headed out to his Mercedes. Will arrived at the local grocery store and slammed the door out of annoyance. The automatic doors slid open and Will was greeted at the front entrance by the greeter, “Hello sir, would you like to sign up for our mailing list to reciev-”,without letting the greeter finish, he replied “No thanks.”  Now William never did the shopping, that was always Beverly’s job. William shuffled around the store, searching for the medicine aisle, without asking for some guidance from an employee.

While walking through the store a cart pulls out from a aisle, nearly running Will over, “Hey! Watch it!” grabbing the cart to avoid the collision. “Sorry,” replied the customer, “I didn’t see…hey, your the news anchor.” William stood up a little straighter,” Why, yes…yes I am.” The customer then proceeded to talk to him, “I love your reporting, but my husband says your a dumb-ass for that screw up last month when you read the teleprompter wrong and said vagina instead of Virginia, but that could’ve happened to anyone. Who hasn’t accidentally used vagina out of context?…i know i have.” William stood there, embarrassed and speechless. “Anyway, its always nice to meet someone famous, I’m sure you hate it when people come up to you like this, I’ll be on my way.” William slightly raised his hand and waved goodbye. He shook his head and continued on his quest for the medicine. Finally, he arrived in the correct aisle. There was about 20 different versions and flavors of the same medicine. Cherry for fever, Grape for stomach aches and burple, which Will assumed was some sort of blueberry-grape mixture, for all aches. He grabbed those three and proceeded to check out.