Rima and the Sea Dragons

The last of the eggs! The last one!

I knew it was a bad idea, but I had to do it. Now I've finally got all the eggs in my cart, and no money to pay for them. Maybe if I can hide from the owner long enough, he'll forget about me.

"Excuse me miss, who do you work for?" A deep voice behind me said. My heart jumped in my throat, a reflex from being startled. I turned around to see a man, who looked like he could have been from the Medieval era, staring at me with his hands on his hips. There was a large bag under one arm and an even larger lump in the front pocket of his vest. He had brown hair that was all wavy and curled up around his ears. He was wearing a white shirt underneath an ugly brown vest, with suspenders holding it up over dark blue pants with leather boots. He looked confused and irritated as he stared at me with his head cocked to the side. "Miss? Are you deaf as well as mute?"

"N-n-no sir." I stuttered out. "I don't work here." I said weakly, sinking into my shoulders. "I'm just buying these eggs... for someone else."

"Well that's fine and dandy missy," He said sarcastically, giving me a once over then stopping on my stomach area, "but you're supposed to pay for things here. Only money is accepted for payment."

"Y-yes sir." I replied quietly. "I don't have any money though." I gestured helplessly at my torso and patted my purse where my wallet sits next to my phone and car keys. His face fell flat before turning red as he started to shout at me. "This is theft! You're stealing from me!"

"No sir!" I said quickly raising my arms in self defense. "I swear!" I pleaded with him as he continued to yell at me while walking closer and closer towards me until he stood right in front of me getting right up in my face looking down at me angrily as he yelled in my face, spittle flying out of his mouth as he pointed at my belly accusingly repeating 'theft' over and over again until he finally seemed to run out of breath repeating himself one more time before glaring down at me one more time saying "you're buying these eggs!" Then pulling the bag off his shoulder throwing it on top of the eggs on top of the bottom shelf onto the floor before turning around and walking back from where he came from behind the counter muttering under his breath about 'stupid little girls' before disappearing into some back room leaving me there looking down at all of this mess with tears streaming down my cheeks and blood rushing through my ears making everything seem like it was underwater except for this weird rumbling sound that kept repeating itself over and over again every few seconds or so that sounded like cars passing on a highway after a rainstorm as I tried to make sense of everything that just happened when suddenly someone else walked between two isles behind me causing something on the shelf next to me start shaking violently making this clattering noise against each other making this racket that made it impossible to hear myself think let alone think clearly so instead of trying to figure out what was going on or how someone else ended up here or why they were carrying crates full of glass bottles filled with liquids filled with weird colored smoke while wearing purple scrubs that were covered in tattered bandages which immediately made me wonder if they were some kind of cult member or something because that's just not something people wear normally when going shopping till suddenly they bumped into something hard on their right side causing them to stumble forward slightly nearly dropping their crate causing them to lose balance causing them to grab onto whatever they could find causing them to grab onto whatever they could find which ended up being one of those big cardboard signs promoting some kind of sale on seafood causing them to flail around wildly knocking things off shelves into whatever they could knock them off into sending shrapnel flying everywhere while they tried desperately not only hold onto their crate but also not stab themselves with shards of glass sticking out everywhere cause seriously how do those people live without stabbing themselves? But anyways eventually after a long period of flailing around wildly cursing loudly whenever they accidentally stabbed themselves somewhere followed by bouts of laughing hysterically whenever they didn't after finally getting their crate upright again and steady enough for them to be able to walk straight again leaving a path of destruction behind them as they headed towards said exit after finally calming down after realizing nothing bad happened except for some minor cuts from glass everywhere along with some bruises from all those knocks elbows knees and hips hitting whatever was in their path causing bruises until eventually they stopped their insane flailing around dance thingy causing their crate wobble violently left right up down left right up down left right up down left right till eventually gravity took its toll on their crate causing it turn upside down spilling its contents everywhere across the floors which included strange purple dust spread out across the ground covering everything including this guy who stood still making this weird rumbling sound repeatedly every few seconds or so before eventually flipping upright again while slowly making his way towards the exit before exiting through said doorway never noticing what just happened as I wondered what in God's name was going on?