Leo grabbed them like they were made of solid gold. Ten minutes later, he was at the checkout, the pugs staring back at him from the conveyor belt. "Going somewhere fun?" the cashier asked, scanning the tag.
He cornered a weary-looking employee stocking industrial-sized jars of pickles. "Excuse me," Leo panted. "Where can I buy swimming trunks? Right now. Today."
His phone vibrated in his pocket—another text from Maya. “Don’t forget! The boat leaves at 6 AM sharp. No trunks, no snorkeling. 🤿💦”
They were ridiculous. They were loud. They were the only pair in his size.
The employee didn't even look up. "Aisle 14, back wall. Next to the clearance snow shovels."
Leo bolted. He found Aisle 14. There, sandwiched between a lonely pair of thermal socks and a stack of discounted umbrellas, was a single, solitary pair of swim trunks. They were neon orange with patterns of surfing pugs wearing sunglasses.
The fluorescent lights of the Mega-Mart hummed overhead, mocking Leo’s desperation. It was 8:47 PM on a Tuesday, and he was currently sprinting past the "Home & Garden" section.
Leo grabbed them like they were made of solid gold. Ten minutes later, he was at the checkout, the pugs staring back at him from the conveyor belt. "Going somewhere fun?" the cashier asked, scanning the tag.
He cornered a weary-looking employee stocking industrial-sized jars of pickles. "Excuse me," Leo panted. "Where can I buy swimming trunks? Right now. Today."
His phone vibrated in his pocket—another text from Maya. “Don’t forget! The boat leaves at 6 AM sharp. No trunks, no snorkeling. 🤿💦”
They were ridiculous. They were loud. They were the only pair in his size.
The employee didn't even look up. "Aisle 14, back wall. Next to the clearance snow shovels."
Leo bolted. He found Aisle 14. There, sandwiched between a lonely pair of thermal socks and a stack of discounted umbrellas, was a single, solitary pair of swim trunks. They were neon orange with patterns of surfing pugs wearing sunglasses.
The fluorescent lights of the Mega-Mart hummed overhead, mocking Leo’s desperation. It was 8:47 PM on a Tuesday, and he was currently sprinting past the "Home & Garden" section.