CocoMMs, Part 2

Oh, no. Panic. No coco-MMs at my local Walgreen's. All sold out. Head out later to the Walgreen's a bit further in the hood. Oh, no! Not here either. Guess I will check another store later.

Wake up today not feeling the panic yet. Hours go by and then, aha!, thought of the store in the outlands. Head there by bus. All I see is a gaping space where MMs were sold out. Oh, there you are, little cocos. I grab what is left and leave an empty box. (Number of packs intentionally not mentioned.) Head to the counter to pay for my loot. More at the counter. Only taking few more packs, feeling guilty. Oh, heck with it. These could be the very last ones I can find. Grab them all. (Still not mentioning number of packs.) From the corner of my left eye is a woman holding the empty box. She is asking the clerk if there are any more left. "No," he tells her, "they are all sold out." I think she eye spies my stash. I feel a stink eye burning from my left as I instinctively clutch a little bit tighter on my purchase. I leave the store looking back over my shoulder. Phew. She is not following me. I get to the bus stop and sigh with relief. Score!