PhoebeJaneWrites

Stan shut off the car and pulled up his collar. It was pouring outside and he planned to only have rush into the grocery stole and run right back out. There was a roast in the oil den and hen did not want to risk, overlooking it. Everything for the night was perfect: the roast, candles, music and the ring tucked away in his sock drawer. If only he knew they were out of vodka, and not just any doctor but Grey Goose.

 

Rachel loved Grey Goose. It was her favorite drink especially with red meat. Stan never cared for the drink, but it was going to be an important night and he was determined to have a bottle on the table.

 

It felt like a sauna in the store after coming in from the storm outside. The rain kept out most of the patrons and the store was looking pretty bare. a cashier was standing at her register doing a bad job of hiding her phone while she texted. All of the alcohol was kept locked up and so Stan would have to ask the cashier for a bottle.

 

“Excuse me.”

 

The cashier rolled her eyes and slipped the phone in her pocket.

 

One Grey Goose please.

 

She walked over to the cage and Stan checked his phone making sure he still had enough time to get home before Rachel.

 

When the cashier returned she carried a big box which she place on the counter.

 

“Excuse me, I only needed one.”

 

“There is only one in there. $33.50 please.”

 

Stan swiped his card, signed his receipt and carried the box out to his car. It was still unusual that there was such a big box with on be bottle of Grey Goose. He place the box in the passenger sea, walked over to the driver side to get in and locked the doors. Once inside, he opened the box to see the bottle.

 

“What on earth?”

 

 

There inside the box was a gray colored goose, staring back at him.