Stan was sitting on the Church steps waiting for Kyle. Not to be mistaken, Kyle was not inside the church. Kyle was across the street working at the library. He was supposed to get out at noon, but it was a good twenty minutes past that. Stan eyes wandered around for the millionth time in the past few minutes.
"Potatoe Salad! SATURDAY!" a sign said.
This bewildered Stan. Does potato have an 'e' on the end when it's not plural? He didn't think he's ever used an 'e' on potato before unless of course he was spelling potatoes. Now that he thought about it, how often did one even need to spell potatoes? Not often, unless one was a chef or…a potato farmer. Why was the church even giving away potato salad? Oh, right it's memorial day weekend. Memorial day is not the fanciest of holidays but it makes for a good time to give out potato-with-an-e-salad.
Stan's eyes moved back over to the door of the library where he waited for his boyfriend to come out. Why would somebody work at a library? All sorts of things were astonishing Stan today, it seemed. Well Kyle did read a lot. Cartman got a job at game-stop because he liked video games, so that would make sense for Kyle to work with books.
The Mac store would make more sense. He did love computers. Stan's thoughts stopped. Where would he work? He wasn't much interested in anything quite like that. Maybe there should be a Kyle store. He would work at the Kyle store, Kyle was his favorite thing. Kyle store. Stan snorted. His eyes wandered down to his sneakers where Kyle had drawn a crude drawing of them holding hands with a little heart above their heads.
Shoe stores wouldn't be that bad. Ugh, that would mean working with Clyde and his allergies. Though Kenny and Cartman were good friends with Clyde, he didn't much care for him. Wendy worked at the Ice Cream Parlor. How hard could that possibly be? Kids weren't his forte, and according to Wendy, they were always in there. The only possible place for him to be would be the Kyle Store. He laughed again.
He looked at his watch, then the door. Five minutes passed. It felt like an eternity. Not that he knew what an entire eternity felt like. Maybe Attorneys knew what eternities felt like. Stan could see himself as a lawyer. That obviously doesn't solve his problem with getting a summer job. Besides he wants to be a veterinarian. Maybe he could do something down at the animal shelter. That would suit him as well as all his friends' jobs suited them. He briefly wondered if they paid workers at the shelter, he's always heard about volunteers. He wouldn't mind volunteering, even if it gave him something to do while his friends were all working.
He stared, fixated, at the "potatoe" sign again. He decided he'd ask Kyle how to spell potato.
"Um, Stan?" Stan jumped about a mile high. He looked up. It was Kyle.
"What are you doing?" Kyle asked.
"Sitting. You know. Thinking…hey how do you spell potato?" Kyle was slightly taken aback.
"Um. P-o-t-a-t-o. Why?"
"Thanks. Hey, how do you feel about the establishment of a 'Kyle store?'"
"Kyle…store?"
"Nevermind. Lets go home. My house, rather." Stan smiled and put out a hand for Kyle to help him up. Kyle gave a confused grin and helped him up. They began to walk off in the direction of Stan's home.
The thought process sure is strange, Stan thought to himself.