He felt a little calmer as they locked Vossy and strutted across the car park to the crowded supermarket entrance.
The quietness of his fuzzy mind didn’t last long, however,
Supermarket entrances, like traffic, were another thing that could turn his bright sunny day to dark thundercloud in milliseconds.
There were three particular clouds hanging over and around the automatic doors that day.
One was tobacco smoke in its many poisonous forms and, Karl being a anti-smoker, could happily punch an idiot who does it right in their blackened throats for infecting him. How dare they stand and fill his air with their toxic chemicals. He was glad that they were being forced into the shadows. He only wished the shadows were down the road from him. Those that argued that cars are worse polluters were just brain-dead in his eyes.
Then there were the dogs waiting for owners. Dogs were just yapping, crap-monsters to Karl. They were either jumping up his legs or snapping at him. Neither endeared them to him. As far as he was concerned they didn’t need teeth in this day and age and should be removed from birth. And they should also have their arses sewn up while they were at it.
Saturdays lastly had the added joy of delivering the little packs of teen aged scroats, too badly behaved to be allowed to accompany parents or friends into any of the local stores. They were the ASBO kids who spat and swore and laughed for no other reason than they were retards.
Karl despised them the most. He couldn’t kick a kid and get away with it, which was a pity, he coldly reasoned, as ASBO kids deserved a right good kick in the arse.
He placed his arm protectively around Jess’ shoulders, who allowed the scene to pass over her head, and strode, scowling, through the rabble, narrowly avoiding the a wet nose of some sort of hybrid dog-bear.
‘Aw!’ Jess cooed sarcastically. ‘Are you my knight in shining armour?’
‘Yes,’ he told her, as they reached the cleaner, but equally crowded foyer. ‘Now grab us a trolley, wench,’
‘Wench!? I’m M’lady!’
‘Of course you are,’ he replied with a grin and kissed her lips.
‘You’re a tosser,’ Jess told her other half with a shake of her dark locks, before striding over to the train of trolleys.
Karl sniggered, with a mock bow, and then slowly straightened his back, suddenly feeling very uneasy.
Something about that whole conversation and the way she replied made Karl feel like it had…
Nah, he thought, dismissing the ridiculous notion, before zig-zagging the advancing learner trolley drivers and ending up at the colourful fruit and vegetable section.