Francine weighs the three pound bag of apples in the scale at the supermarket on Believer Square, which is imaginatively titled Supermarket On Believer Square, and finds that it actually has three and a half pounds of apples in it. Pleasantly surprised, she places the bag in her buggy and wheels into the bread aisle where she finds Chris and Chris having an argument over which brand of Erin's Birthday Bagels to buy.
"We had cinnamon raisin last time," blonde-haired Chris says.
"But I hate onion," brown-haired Chris says.
"Hi, guys!" Francine says, then kicks herself mentally for using a potentially-gendered term of address.
Chris and Chris don't seem to take offense though and say in unison, "Hi, Francine!"
Francine wheels her buggy past them so that she doesn't block the aisle for other shoppers and says, "What's going on?"
"Oh, don't get Chris started," brown-haired Chris says.
"Why? What's up?" Francine asks.
Chris and Chris look at one another. "Do you want to tell her?" Chris says.
"I'm sick of telling the story. You tell her," Chris says.
"All right," Chris says, exasperated, "But we're getting cinnamon raisin then."
"Fine."
Francine is quietly about to wheel off when brown-haired Chris says, "Chris had his car stolen yesterday."
"Oh my God! That's terrible! What happened?"
"Well, he went out to go to work, and you know how he has to park on the street because our crazy apartment building had a postage stamp-sized space for a parking lot and so we only have one spot. So anyway he goes around the corner to where he parked and his car's not there. There's just a pile of broken glass. So he calls the cops and they already found his car. It was a couple of miles away in the middle of the hood by a boarded up house. It had been stripped of everything just about so the cops impounded it and Chris had to stand in line and pay to get his stolen car back."
"That stinks! Did you have a car alarm or anything?"
"No, I thought it being a 1987 Buick LeSabre was theft deterrent enough, but apparently not," blonde-haired Chris says, "When I went down to the impound lot, the car was missing a bunch of parts. It looked as if they needed a couple parts for their ancient car, so instead of heading to the junkyard, they just stole my car instead."
"Did you get it back?"
"No, I decided it wasn't worth fixing, so I just sold it to some wrecker. He can get it out of the impound lot. I sold it for less than the impound fee."
"I can't believe the city of Cleaveland charged you to get your stolen car back."
"That's OK. I can't believe I was dumb enough to move into Cleaveland."
"Oh, so we're moving now?" Chris says.
Francine bids adieu and wheels her buggy out of the bread aisle as Chris and Chris start another argument.
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.
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