Annabeth stood on the porch of the house her Aunt Sara had left her waiting for the movers to arrive. The house was an old yellow Victorian with burgundy awnings and shutters, and she had loved this house since childhood. She had been living in Chicago for the last 10 years. She missed her aunt dearly. It was quiet here in Beacon Falls, Connecticut. Something she was not used to. But after getting out of a 5-year toxic relationship, and with a new job on the horizon, she was equally ready and excited for this next chapter of life.
Looking down at her Apple watch, she realized she had a little time to run to the store and grab some last-minute items she needed for the weekend of unpacking ahead. She locked the house up, hopped in her CR-V, and started down the road towards the general store. It was a beautiful mild October afternoon and the sun shining through the orange and gold leaves on the trees seemed to give new life to this sleepy town.
Annabeth pulled into the parking lot of Beacon Falls General Store and was already calculating the extra time she would need in the mornings for the commute to work. Even though everything was close it took double the time to get anywhere because of the slower speed limit. 25mph was much slower than the 45mph she was used to. Not to mention the traffic lights seemed to last forever. Getting out of the car and looking at the piece of paper in her hand, she double checked her list. She needed 60w light bulbs, some amps for the breaker, and a new mop, bucket, and rags. The cashier, a little white-haired man, in an apron greeted her as soon as she entered the store. Something else she was not used to.
The store was out of amps and would not have any for a week and a half. Great. She thought sarcastically, hoping that no fuses would blow before then. She grabbed the bulbs she needed and was about to head to aisle three where the mops and buckets were when she realized she was blocked in by two little old ladies with their carts side by side. Turning around to go the other way, she realized the whole aisle was full and she was stuck waiting either way. The ladies were talking to each other about their ailments. She was starting to panic about the time but stood politely for a moment, hoping they would be quick. After a few minutes of Arthritis this, and sciatica that, Annabeth glanced at her watch. She was running out of time. She sighed to herself and meekly said, “Excuse me, may I pass through?” The two women startled and turned. “Oh, dear, we’re in this sweet girl’s way and I’m sure she has better things to do than listen to us all day.” One lady said to the other. “Our apologies dear!” said the other lady. Annabeth waited for them to move to the sides of the aisle and passed looking at her watch again. She had to hurry to meet the movers now or she would be late, and she hated being late.