Tuckamore Bay

grocery shopping

Since he had some time before his meeting with the town council of Tuckamore Bay, Bill  decided he should pop over to the General Store and pick up some basics for survival.

He honestly did not feel that he could survive on a few bananas, some molasses and 4 rolls of toilet paper. And some of the strange meats that were in the freezer.

The General Store seemed empty, as he walked in.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

Nothing. He walked down an aisle toward the back.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Williams."

"Fuck."

Bill took a deep breath and turned around. Henry Tucker or Harry Tucker had walked up behind him.

"What is it with this place and sneaking up behind people?"

"Maybe youse don't be 'earin' too well dere, Mr. Williams. I did say 'ello."

"I hear just fine. And please call me Bill."

Henry or Harry nodded.

"Bill it be den. So, Bill, 'ows can Ise bes of service."

"Well as much as I appreciate you picking up some of the essentials for me, it was a lot less than I really need."

The man, Henry or Harry, looked confused.

"I didn't picks up anyting for youse, Bill. Must of been me brudder."

"Then I apologize, Harry."

"Ise not be 'arry. Ise be 'enry."

"Then I apologize, Henry."

"What bes youse apologizin' fer?"

Bill really didn't want to get into another confusing conversation.

"Let's just forget it."

"Fergotten, me son. No, 'ows can Ise 'elp youse?"

Bill looked around.

"Do you have any shopping carts here?"

Henry shook his head.

"No, me son. Why don'ts youse jest picks up whats youse be wantin' and brings it up front."

"Don't you even have a hand basket?"

Henry shook his head, again.

"Mosts people 'ere brings dere own bags. Youse knows da ones. Dose cloth ones dat youse can use over and over."

"Well I don't have any of them."

Bill held up his hands.

"As you can see."