40 - Brawl in the parking lot.
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And so I borrowed Pete's  truck again to drive Del
out  to Obern,  where  there are  still some  open
clearance warehouse  stores. Del's shoes  are worn
out and  they're really picky about  shoes. I wait
in  the truck  while Del  goes in.  And just  when
they're  getting back,  that's  when things  start
up. Didn't see who first  said what about who, but
there's these  five elfs standing by  a red sports
car who start cussing and  screaming at the top of
their lungs  at these centaurs in  the row across,
who  are cussing  and yelling  right back.  And it
goes on and on, and everyone else who's in the lot
is like  whoa. And I'm  just sitting there  in the
truck,  watching all  this go  on from  across the
other row. And Del gets  back and is like what the
hell, and I'm like, I don't know. Because you see,
all this is  going on in some Olds  tongue that we
can't neither of us understand.

And then it  really busts open. And  the elfs whip
out  these slingshots  and start  whipping stones,
and  they  have pretty  bad  aim  and are  busting
windows and lights on all the nearby cars. And the
centaurs charge at  them, and try to  run down the
elfs, and  from somewhere a bunch  of goblins have
come out  and jumped on  the back of  the centaurs
and are  flinging poop at the  elfs. Poop-throwing
goblins riding  centaurs?  Didn't know that  was a
thing. It's just bonkers, and everyone else now is
running away and screaming.  Except this one woman
wearing  a ninja  turtles  mask,  an employee  who
comes  out to  collect all  the returned  shopping
carts from  right in the  middle of all  this, and
she doesn't even  look up or miss  a beat. Another
day another dollar. I really want to meet her.

Anyways, soon it's just  this mad chase around the
cars  which are  all  getting  wrecked by  centaur
kicks, so  Del and  I are like,  let's get  out of
here. And as we're pulling  back onto the road, we
see one of the Braxon chieftain's trucks is racing
up and pulling in. That's  never good... And as we
drive off,  we hear  that pop  pop... pop.  And we
just  drive  home  in  silence,  and  I'm  feeling
sick. But at least Del got some shoes.