*Closed!*
Following a rather hectic move across an entire state and some 800 miles in a car, the last thing he wanted was to be shopping for items on the day after having moved everything in. And yet, it was inevitable that some things had been broken, leaving him with a small list of items to replace in an unfamiliar town. He found himself forced to ask somebody where he might go and had been pleasantly surprised to find the town had a rather sizeable Target.
Sam found himself standing in front of a rack of ironing boards of various colors and designs, not entirely sure which one to buy. Whilst he might not have been particularly thrilled by the prospect of buying other household items, anything that kept his abode clean and fresh was a plus for him, and he must have stood there for several minutes before picking one and turning around to place it in the cart behind him.
Unfortunately, Sam had been so focused on his ironing board that he wasn’t even aware of the person next to him until the ironing board collided with them, causing Sam to jump back slightly in shock, the board falling to the floor with a heavy clattering sound.
“Oh my god! I-I’m so sorry!” he said, seemingly more shocked than anything else.