Drabbles

Scrimmage

Sue staggered in the door.

George did a double-take. He snorted, turning back to the post-Thanksgiving game. "Told you. The scrimmages at Black Friday sales are worse than on the football field! You been gone three hours. How much did you spend?"

Sue brushed off her hat and swiped smudges from her coat. "Nothing," she growled, hanging them up. "This came from merely trying to snag a parking spot."

George looked her up and down. "Watt?!"

"Yeah. Don't roll your window down to yell at a competitor when they've got an open box of powdered donuts on the front seat."

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prompt: riot