"Well crap." I thought to myself as I dragged myself out of bed. My alarm blared right at 6:00 like it does every morning. Time for another boring day at work.
As I got dressed, I thought to myself, "I wonder if anything exciting will happen." Nothing ever does. I was dressed simply, in a plain red t-shirt and my favorite skinny jeans. My red hair tied up in a simple pony tail. For work, I have to wear this ugly blue vest.
I walked to work like I always have; it's only a few blocks. I work at a toy store, stocking the shelves. And let me just tell you, WORST JOB EVER. The worst time is around Christmas time, when we get really busy.
The morning was cold, so I shivered and thought of what other job I might be eligible for. As I open the door, I stamp my feet off on the door mat, and go and clock in. I walk into the back of the store with boxes and boxes of toys. I grab a trolley, and put a couple boxes on there. I walk out of the back and start stocking the shelves some more.
As the day progressed, nothing exciting happened. Kids came in, begged their parents to buy something they "really" wanted and left.
Near the end of the day, a man walks in in something similar to a suit, but not a suit. He wore a bowtie, which I thought was pretty cool, and looked around, mystified.
"Where are the dolls?" he asks
"Who are you getting the doll for?" I ask as I lead him back to the dolls.
"My niece," He answers. "I personally think they're kind of creepy, but then again, I've seen creepier things."
When we got to the dolls, he takes this thing out. I don't know exactly how to describe it. It was about six inches long, and as big around as a handle on a hairbrush. When he pushed a button, the top extended and expanded.
"What in the world is that?" I asked
"This thing? It's a screwdriver." He said
"It doesn't look like a screwdriver, if you ask me."
"That's because it's a sonic screwdriver." He told me.
"All right then…"I replied. "What's your name?" I ask.
"Just call me the Doctor" He replies
He waved it around the dolls, pushed the button, and said "uh-huh".
As I stand there confused, he smiles. "Thank you." He says and he leaves.
"That was weird." I tell Stacy, my co-worker.
"He looked just fine to me." She says.
"No, I mean when we went back to the dolls, he brought out this thing and waved it around the dolls like there was information he could get out of them using this thing." I told her
"Whatever Amy, but he looked fine to me. Maybe a little different, but not bad." Stacy tells me.
I was really wondering what the man's real name was and why he called himself "The Doctor" Was he even a real doctor? I kind of hoped I would see this man again, maybe try to figure him out.