Blawnk, a car door opens, zerrrrrrrrrrr…. Chiseled legs coated with hair stretch out– faintly touching the ground. Hands with pulsating veins reach to dust and straighten the thigh length skirt.
Click clack, click clack, click clack,
“Whooah-oh!” A man exclaims as his head turns all-the-way around, watching. Shhhwooohhhah, the door slides open and a family of four walks in with the skirted person; only the mother who walks in the back reacts, “ughhh,” as Her head falls yet her eyes never loose sight of the man.
Click clack, click clack, click clack
Inside more heads turn his way. Aeugh!
Swoop, “We’’ll need chips.” Click clack, click clack.
“ooh, honey look,”
“ughuck, why?” he repels
reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek, cradududucruudu, reeeeeeeeeeeeek (comes from one wheal of the cart) he pushes the cart down the isle.
“Uggghhh!” a man jumps backward into his wife. She shoves him, and whispers, “just walk forward.”