The woman shuffled around the grocery store garbed in a large sweatshirt, black joggers sweatpants and a pair of house slippers. Cat pushed her cart through the aisles sluggishly and rose a hand to grab a jumbo can of coffee grounds while the other pulled the hood of the sweater over her head. She was nursing a raging hangover and was in search of a cure.
And then the unimaginable: her cart crashed into another. The sound of clashing metal broke through the air and brought fourth a groan. Cat’s eyes shut tightly against the throbbing migraine which flared at the auditory beating it had just taken before she would finally look up at the other patron irritably.