It was a spur of the moment thing - he had accepted the challenge on impulse. Now he was unsure. The choices seemed endless and confusing. Though surrounded by freezers, sweat dripped down his forehead. Time was slowly running out. He could feel the heartbeat increasing by the minute. Curious stares from others made him nervous. It was now or never. He put his trust on a random deity that came to mind and made his selection. The choice had to be right! He had no other choice!
All because... the description that the missus had given Peter when he was on his way to the supermarket was...
"You know the ice-cream that we bought the other day? Can you get it for me?" He looked lost.
"That ice-cream with the stick at the end!" He looked clueless.
"Come on, the one that I love! Have you forgotten it already?!" No choice, Peter had to nod my head. The inevitable challenge was accepted.
"You know the ice-cream that we bought the other day? Can you get it for me?" He looked lost.
"That ice-cream with the stick at the end!" He looked clueless.
"Come on, the one that I love! Have you forgotten it already?!" No choice, Peter had to nod my head. The inevitable challenge was accepted.
<<Peter and the missus will speak again soon>>
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