Even Geniuses Need Groceries (Jonnay)
May 4, 2015 0:22:56 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Finch Gamble on May 4, 2015 0:22:56 GMT -5
Dr. Gamble liked to think of himself as above the general population. They were much too slow. Like, the melting rate of a cow made of cheese standing under the summer sun slow. But even those with a handful of PhDs (and counting!) had to get groceries sometimes. Cheesey bovine-beings or not. Speaking of cheese... the scientist peered down the next aisle, startling a small child sitting in a shopping cart while his mother rummaged through the shelves a few feet down.
"Do not cry, child. It is unbecoming." He said, giving the toddler a few pats on the head as he strode by, ignoring the suspiciously fearful expression of the mother as she drew the shopping cart closer. "Now where was I? Right, cheese." He added a few round cheeses into his shopping cart and moved on to the next aisle.
"Ah, there you are, apples!" He exclaimed, picking one up for examination. Rather than check for firmness or blemishes like many people would, he scrunched his shoulder up a little and slowly rotated the fruit, holding onto just the stem. His eyes followed the patterns of reds and yellows, scanning like he would words on a page.
"Do not cry, child. It is unbecoming." He said, giving the toddler a few pats on the head as he strode by, ignoring the suspiciously fearful expression of the mother as she drew the shopping cart closer. "Now where was I? Right, cheese." He added a few round cheeses into his shopping cart and moved on to the next aisle.
"Ah, there you are, apples!" He exclaimed, picking one up for examination. Rather than check for firmness or blemishes like many people would, he scrunched his shoulder up a little and slowly rotated the fruit, holding onto just the stem. His eyes followed the patterns of reds and yellows, scanning like he would words on a page.
