"Peaches or pears?"
"Peaches...or pears?" Standing in the middle of a grocery isle holding a fruit can in each paw, was the white beagle, Mr. Peabody. "Making choices between healthy nutritious food has always been a problem of mine." The genius looked back and forth between the two before finally making a decision. "I guess the peaches will be just...peachy!" The dog look from right to left with a ginormous grin on his muzzle but to his dismay not a single soul had heard his quite brilliant pun. Peabody lost his comedic appetite and put the pear can back on the shelf and set the peaches can on his cart and wheeled away. "Today is a big day", thought Mr. Peabody to himself. "Today is the day I finally find the courage to say those words." Mr. Peabody had rehearsed said words in his head for weeks now "Hello my name is Mr. Peabody, how are you today?" Some may say that these words, simple at a glance, and when re arranged in this particular order even simpler still, but to this dog in a red bowtie, it was the hardest words he has ever manage to utter. To fully understand Mr. Peabody's odd predicament one must venture back 3 weeks ago when the genius dog found himself in the vegetable isle holding a cucumber in one paw and a bag of baby carrots in the other.
"cucumber or carrots?" Mr. Peabody looked back and forth and decided that the baby carrots would work great for his baby Sherman. Though Sherman was 13 years old and far from being his baby anymore, Mr. Peabody loved to think of him as still his little pup. As the canine entered the ending stages of his shopping experience he wheeled his cart over to the check out counters. It just so happened that the check out isle that had the least amount of a line was isle 5. He waiting patiently in line looking at a latest edition of Scientist Weekly he had picked up and was eager to flip though. When it got to be his turn he put the varies groceries on the counter and waited for them to be scanned, not once had Mr. Peabody lifted his nose from the magazine. Not until he heard the words "plastic or paper bag?" did he look up.
That's when Mr. Peabody's life changed forever. For there, behind the counter, was an angel in Jmarts clothing. Her hair was a fiery red and it flowed down past her shoulders, her perfect shoulders. Her nose was painted with freckles and her eyes where like emeralds, she must have been in her late 20s. The dogs tail was uncontrollably wagging as he stared in awe. "...um sir which would you like?" Mr. Peabody shook his head, his ears flopping around and shook out of the daze he found himself in. "Yeah" he replied. The girl behind the counter laughed "I'll take that as a paper bag." She started bagging the cans and boxes and finally gave him his groceries. "Have a nice day sir" she gave with the most perfect smile that Peabody had ever seen in his life. Keep in mind that Mr. Peabody was there for the painting of the Mona Lisa so this is saying a lot. "Yeah" Mr. Peabody said shaking his head up and and down. He walked outside and hopped on to his bright red moped. Ever since that day Mr. Peabody has been going down to Jmart every Wednesday from 2-4 pm to do his grocery shopping. And when he does, he always picks checkout counter 5.
Jenny was her name, and today was the day that Mr. Peabody finally says more than just "yeah" when he gets his groceries bagged. He had been rehearsing the words for days now. "Hello my name is Mr. Peabody, how are you today?" As the dog found his way into the line for check out counter 5, he found that his paws where sweating and his fur was matting. He adjusted his bow tie and repeated the words in his head many times. Finally the moment of truth arrived and he was face to face with Jenny once again. He was a doctor damn it a pioneer of industry, no way will this be his defeated moment. He approached with new found confidence. " Hello again sir, paper bags as always right?" The dog took a deap breath and said in the most charming voice he could muster. "Hello my name is today! How are you?"
