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Post by DAVID 'ZEPPELIN' MATTHEWS on Sept 20, 2011 12:35:21 GMT -5
 Zepp had always thought that when he grew up he would have eventually gotten to an age where he would go shopping for pleasure. He hadn’t yet hit this age. The boy only went shopping out of absolute necessity and resented it the whole time he was doing it. This young man was usually very positive about everything he encountered in life so is ill feeling towards shopping is notable. It was mostly that Zeppelin placed such little worth on material possessions that he found it exceedingly difficult to select things to buy. It was also that he had so little money that he could only really afford the necessities – bread, baked beans, bacon, tea bags, milk, toilet paper. If he was lucky he’d have enough money for a guitar magazine. The number of times this boy ate beans on toast or bacon sandwiches would shock any nutritionalist to the core.
So here he was at the strip mall, pacing down one aisle and up another looking for some food to buy and hoping there would be some sort of offer that would allow him to buy something exciting – maybe some fruit! Eventually, dejectedly, Zeppelin decided that his search was fruitless and pointless and he sought the check out. He stood in the queue and piled his purchases onto the conveyer belt – he’d felt a little exciting and bought some eggs because he thought that maybe he’d have scrambled egg on toast for dinner that evening. The price of his purchases shocked him to the core and he had to leave out one of the eight tins of baked beans due to his lack of funds. He sighed, being a struggling musician was definitely hard work.
Stepping away from the supermarket checkout Zeppelin smiled and thanked the till operator as he lifted his paper bag of groceries into his arms and turned to leave the shop. Around fourteen seconds after he left the shop, Zeppelin tripped and his precious eggs fell from the top of the bag – where they had been placed in order to avoid them getting squashed – and crashed onto the floor with a sickening crunch. As if that wasn’t bad enough, a tin of beans followed and smashed straight into the middle of the box of eggs – just to make sure they were definitely pulverised. Zeppelin groaned and leant his head back looking up at the sky, wondering how he had wronged the universe to deserve this…
[ooc] wow this post is kinda depressing but yay finally a post for you! [/ooc]
[ooc2] i'll give you a cookie if you know what the thread title is a quote from without cheating :b [/occ2]
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