The old man stood behind the counter and watched the sky open. They said possible showers, but this was a deluge. Who can believe those idiots anymore?
He spotted two young people at the front of his convenience store arguing over the last umbrella. Thankfully, the bickering didn’t last long.
Moments later, the pair stood before him, the umbrella in hand. They blushed, they giggled, they acted like school kids.
He smiled back. A possible love connection in his little shop. He quite enjoyed the idea.
And he’d surely remember it for next time – one umbrella in stock was plenty.
The Weekday One Hundred 