NOTES: This was apart of a challenge sent in by the SSES (Secret Society of Evil Scientists) on www.egroups.com. though the requirements called for 100 words or less, i couldnt do that because it wouldnt look good! on another note, the XSS-601(XSP-SS) microscope mentioned really exists...i did my research!
Arnaud looked around angrily. He had spent 4 hours in this god-forsaken place and dammit, his hair was limp! He ran into aisle after aisle, facing nothing but disappointment. But alas, in the heavenly glow of aisle 17, he found his holy grail. He dashed towards it as if it was a newly acquired XSS-601(XSP-SS) microscope. When he reached it, he had scuffed his Bruno Magli shoes on the cheap tiling, but he didn't care. all he cared about was....the hairdryer. He glanced irritatingly at his shoes then and picked up his prize. It was a sleek metal, covered in a row of buttons. He held it in his hand like a true scientific genius. Or, however a scientific genius held a hairdryer…He stepped out of aisle 17 proudly, happy that he had found his wanted item.
"Excuse me, but the store will be closing in 2 minutes." A voice said. Arnaud muttered to himself and shook his head. He tucked the hairdryer under his arm.
He raced as if he was a runner in the Olympics. He stopped at the register and the words came to him like the click of his favorite microscope.
"Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart."
Arnaud nodded quickly and started to walk towards the exit. A flash of brown caught his eye. His own eyes widened as he thought to himself…Darien? His distraction caused him to run into someone and he went down along with his hairdryer as he slipped.
"You all right there?" A lumbering man asked. Arnaud ignored his hand to help him up and instead started looking around for any sign of Darien. He narrowed his eyes when he didn't see anyone and figured that it was just his imagination. He scolded himself and brushed off his suit. He nodded at the man and pushed the door open.
When he reached his car, he took one look back at the store. The lights were already dimming and he only saw uniformed attendants. Suddenly, he thought of something. His eyes widened in fear as he bolted back to the entrance.
It was locked and he yelled in his native tongue. For there, on the floor where he had fallen, laid the hairdryer.