georgia 1:2
Buying groceries I forgot milk, so I sent Jack back into the store to buy some. Okay, he said, taking the money and pushing through the swinging door. Jill and I sat on the hood eating peaches, cheese and crackers, waiting for him. While we waited, an obese black woman and her son drove up. She stayed in the car, unable to move I thought, and sent her boy in, also to buy milk it seemed. Jack had not returned when the black boy came out carrying the sweating quart carton in both hands. He took it to his mother's window and presented it for her inspection. She was dissatisfied. Where the bag? she said. She berated him some, then said, Go on back inside and get a bag. She sounded angry, indignant in the face of unbagged milk. The boy turned around and went back in. I wouldn't trouble Jack if he hadn't gotten a bag. We had others. I thought I'd better check on him, but here he came out holding the paper sack with our quart of milk. Behind him came the other boy, now also with a bag, but the milk not inside it. Jack gave me the milk, which I did not inspect. The mother smacked the boy's bottom as he got in beside her, and she put the milk in the bag herself.
move on...