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Post by Paul Michael Jones on Jan 14, 2011 17:00:44 GMT -5
Everyone loves to shop at wally world right? Wrong. Paul couldn't stand the place, and it wasn't because of the place itself just the people in it. They all felt the need to dress like they crawled out of a ditch, or got off corner duty. He sighed and grabbed a cart.
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Post by rachel eloise scott on Jan 14, 2011 17:56:58 GMT -5
Rachel took a sanitation wipe out of her bag, cleaning off the handle of a cart at Walmart. How she loathed being here, sadly this was the quickest way to get her things done. She mostly just hated the amount of white trash that seemed to lurk around the building. She rolled her eyes as she turned to a different eye, her cart hitting someone elses. "Er, sorry about that,"
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Post by Paul Michael Jones on Jan 14, 2011 18:03:33 GMT -5
Paul looked over as another cart hit his. 'cart accident' the thought tumbled through his head and out his mouth. "We just had a cart accident, should I call my insurance company?" He half cracked a grin, being the dork he was.
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Post by rachel eloise scott on Jan 14, 2011 18:06:37 GMT -5
Rachel looked up at the guy she had collided with seconds ago, laughing at his comment. "Doesn't look like it's serious damage, I think we're good for now. Sorry about that, wasn't watching where I was going," she explained.
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Post by Paul Michael Jones on Jan 14, 2011 18:14:11 GMT -5
Paul nodded. "I think I should still get your number, insurance reasons.." He muttered, wiping some snow off his cart. "You would think this would be melted off..." He wanted to just walk away, he was awkward, and talked too much.
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Post by rachel eloise scott on Jan 14, 2011 18:17:24 GMT -5
Rachel grinned, smirking a bit. "I believe I will need a little more personal information before I hand over my digits, I'm Rachel," she said, the smirk on her lips growing a little more. "Probably, but hey. What can you expect?" she added, slightly amused.
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Post by Paul Michael Jones on Jan 14, 2011 18:20:14 GMT -5
Paul smiled back, her's was contagious. "Well, let's shop together." He offered. "We can discuss the accident." He pushed the cart forward, gesturing for her to follow along.
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Post by rachel eloise scott on Jan 14, 2011 18:22:49 GMT -5
Rachel nodded in agreement, moving her cart alongside his. "For starters, purely accidental. Though, I may sue for personal injury, sorry," she said, scrunching up her nose at how lame that had sounded.
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Post by Paul Michael Jones on Jan 14, 2011 18:38:03 GMT -5
"Hey, hey!" he stopped his cart. "If I remember correctly the accident was your fault." He glanced at her before starting to move again, stopping to grab an eight pack of paper towels. The way she scrunched her nose was cute, but he pushed the thought away. "I'm Paul, by the way."
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Post by rachel eloise scott on Jan 14, 2011 18:42:26 GMT -5
Rachel mocked a gasp, stopping when he did, putting her hands on her hips. "That is false! I was the victim in this. In some way.." she said, shrugging. "Nice to meet you,"
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Post by Paul Michael Jones on Jan 14, 2011 18:45:11 GMT -5
Paul laughed, this time loud. "You're a dork like me," he pointed out. The got to the work stuff isle so he turned down, grabbing a few pens and a notepad. "So, what are you here for?" He asked, tossing the things in the cart.
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Post by rachel eloise scott on Jan 14, 2011 18:55:12 GMT -5
Rachel nodded, her cheeks turning slightly pink. Well, at least she had not came off as a complete and total loser. "In a way, I suppose I am," she said in a agreement. "I'm just running some errands for my dad. He's pretty dense and hopeless when it comes to shopping," she answered.
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Post by Paul Michael Jones on Jan 14, 2011 18:59:42 GMT -5
Paul nodded his head, trying to get a grasp around her age so he wasn't being a complete creep, he wished that he thought about that before poorly trying to flirt with her. Maybe that was a no-no. "So, are you in school?" He asked, moving out of the way for another woman.
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Post by rachel eloise scott on Jan 14, 2011 19:03:28 GMT -5
Rachel nodded in response. "I am. I'm a senior here, glad to be getting out of school soon." she answered as she moved to get a few of the things she needed. "I'm guessing you live around here then?" she asked.
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Post by Paul Michael Jones on Jan 15, 2011 12:55:56 GMT -5
"Highschool or college?" He asked, unable to tell how old she actually was. "I'm a sophmore in college, and yeah I live around here." He confirmed, tapping the handle of his cart to the light song playing through the speakers of the store.
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