Just a random idea which came into my mind... inspired by Supermarket by Strata Of The Travellers.
Ares, Greek God of war, was fuming right now. Nothing seemed to be going right today.
Firstly, he was standing right at the back of a queue in a supermarket in the mortal world. While lowly mortals who came in after him pushed their way in front, not recognizing his divine status.
Second, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't whip out his sword and send them all to the Underworld. Why? Zeus would kill him. (He was immortal, but Zeus would probably think up something much worse than plain ol' Underworld. Like dropping a hint to that clueless fool Hephaestus about what he and Aphrodite... never mind.)
Third, Aphrodite. The reason why he was standing here in this queue on a hot summer's day. To buy perfume which Aphrodite insisted couldn't be found anywhere on Mount Olympus.
Suddenly, he felt a hard whack on the back of his head. "Wha- " Turning around, he saw a tiny old woman holding a painfully hard handbag. "MOVE IT!"
Head throbbing, Ares moved it.
The old woman started jabbering on her cell phone. After 20 minutes of listening to non-stop jabbering about laundry and bad kitties, coupled with the heat, Ares couldn't take it anymore. Can you really blame him?
He blew up. "ENOUGH! Just shut up, will you!"
The old lady gave him a scornful look and carried on at a higher volume.
That was when he lost it. He drew his sword. "NOW! I challenge you to a duel right now! And after you lose, you will SHUT UP!" All the people started edging away from this madman.
BAM!
Ares sprawled on the floor in an undignified heap. The old lady had knocked the sword clean out of his hand with the force of the blow to his head. With her handbag. Again. What was amazing was she hadn't lost her grip on her cell phone or stopped her talking.
"Now," she said, wagging a finger at him "You are a bad kitty. Stand here quietly." Ares could feel two huge lumps swelling up on his head. He nodded meekly, and stood as if he had been turned into a statue by Medusa for another half-hour.
After which he went back to Mount Olympus with the perfume.
...Which goes to show, even the God of war can be a meek little 'kitty' when faced with an old lady.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Never underestimate an old lady with a handbag (especially the hard leather ones).
A/N: By the way, the old lady is inspired from the one in Madagascar...
Did anyone pick up on that?
Please R&R!
