Good Boi

I'm a good boi. I say hello. I say thank you. I smile. I help.

That day was starting well. I was in good mood. Coffee. Reading. A slow morning. Some sun. On the way back home I dropped by the local supermarket to share my enthusiasm for life. I shout the usual "Good Morning!" to the beautiful, cute one. But today, I got no answer. Some days are like this. I go around and do my shopping, then come back to her. I need some blueberries and she's refilling something nearby. I smile and excuse myself. She sighs. She rolls her eyes. She's on a small ladder.

I'm a good boi. I say hello. I say thank you. I smile. I help.

I kick the ladder. She stumbles. I pull my knee out and BAM she falls onto it. Her left temple. I feel the tip of my knee sinking into her skull. And then she's there, inert, on the floor. I watch for about two seconds before spitting on her. Then I turn, calmly, and ask for the cashiers to come have a look.

They rush. They scream.

With a light smile I take my blueberries, and leave.

I'm a good boi. I say hello. I say thank you. I smile. I help.

Oh god does it feel good.