Loco

I was tired, hungry and wanted a cigarette. It was closing time and people still acted like they had a lot of time to shop. The little creeps running around unattended by parents had trashed the store and we could not leave until everything was clean and items, mostly toys, put back where they belonged. I started lining little ones across front of store. Told parents to check out or I would sell their children. They all came running to registers. One Hispanic father was talking to the cashier. All I understood was loco. Smiling, I returned his children.

Words allowed 100. Used 98.

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