Every person had a different vision of success. For some, it was popping champagne bottles, for others, it was fine silk suits and London high-rises. Felix, who could be described as some manner of successful, was enjoying none of those aforementioned luxuries. Instead, he was idling impatiently in a corner drug store, dodging cockroaches while he waited for his prescription to be filled.
He had been waiting for nearly an hour, quietly contemplating the oh so charming atmosphere of the place; the light fixtures had been flickering since he’d arrived and one had recently burnt out in a shower of sparks, a small civilization of bugs was living by a pair of downtrodden looking vending machines, and while using the crusted-over staff bathroom, he had made the mistake of looking up only to find himself staring into a very large, very black hole in the ceiling. Something with too many legs had fallen from it on his way out, so he had bought a gallon of milk, partly because he was thirsty but mostly in case he had to defend himself. Truly, he thought, the convenience store would be the perfect setting for a horror movie.
“Don’t mind the vermin,” A pharmacist appeared from a back room holding a small plastic bag and a clipboard. “The exterminator keeps cancelling, you know how it is.” He explained. Felix did not know how it was, but he wasn’t about to have a midnight argument with a drug store employee. Instead, he signed off on the transaction with the flick of a pen, grunted an acknowledgement, and made for the exit.
Felix was badly in need of a drink. All he could think about was getting home to his refrigerator and rewarding himself for two successful jabs with something alcoholic enough to remove paint. The man moved at such a clip that he nearly skated across the sidewalk, propelled by a heady mix of anticipation and irritation. Perhaps if he’d been calmer, slower, less focused on alcohol and the contents of his prescription bag, he would have had the presence of mind not to round the corner on another person.
Swallowing something very rude, Felix backpedaled reflexively to avoid a full on collision and managed out a sincere sounding apology. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”