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The freezer section was the worst. Even in the Searchlight Mercantile, where the coolers were shoebox-sized compared to most grocery stores, that same awful feeling was present. Hannah rubbed her arms, trying to soothe the goosebumps away as she perused an endless selection of microwave dinners.
Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes as far as the eye could see. She never minded being alone until she faced those individual dinner trays. Hannah slid one door open to inspect a box of eggrolls. At least with eggrolls, there was dignity.
She jumped as a saleslady approached on her right. The brunette brandished a plate full of cocktail weenies, each one individual speared with a toothpick. "Would you like a free sample?" she barked. Hannah flinched, dropping her eggrolls on her tennis shoe.
Dominick entered the store and sighed. Since he and Kris had been in Vegas, the shopping had not gotten done. Not to mention the fact that anything that had been in the refridgerator was long past it's expiration date by now. He grabbed a cart and began to go down each aisle, not bothering to look at the list tucked into the pocket of his shirt. He'd just grab anything that caught his fancy.
First it was the produce aisle. He knocked on a melon. What was it supposed to sound like? Was hallow good or bad? He shrugged and threw it in the cart. Salad makings were next. Kris liked her greens. He half smiled as he tossed in some spinach, Popeye coming to his mind. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a lady dispensing weenies on a tray. She headed to the freezer section with her bounty. Dominick shuddered. Weenies. Definitely an American delicacy. "Bloody Colonials," he muttered under his breath.
Hannah shook her head at the offer of hot dogs. She hadn't been able to eat one since the night that zombie dropped its ... parts... in front of her and Milly. In fact, just the sight of that shriveled cocktail weenie was giving her the skeeves. "No, thanks. I'll just... stick with my rolls here." She nodded and squatted down, in an effort to retrieve the fallen box.
"Let me get that for you," the saleslady protested, bending down at just the same moment. Her forehead collided with Hannah's. "Oh!"
Hannah reeled backwards into the freezer door, clutching her forehead. She looked up in alarm. The weenies were careening towards the edge of the tray, almost in slow motion, as the saleslady went down on all fours. She reached up to balance the tray bottom, succeeding only in vaulting them into the air. Up, up, and over the aisle.
Dominick was just about to add tomatoes to his cart when he heard what appeared to be a struggle of some sort coming from where the clerk had headed with the weenies. Sure enough, the poor excuse for hot dogs were seen flying into the air. Dominick's eyebrows flew up in surprise, and then he hurried his cart over to see if he could be of any assistance.
The first thing he noticed was the sales lady spread eagled on the floor. The next thing he noticed was a weenie covered Hannah standing there, mouth gaped open in surprise. "Hannah?"( Chocolate Weenies and Other Things )
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