Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
Gordon was on the ladder, setting up Alien collectable displays, when The Old Guy came in. The Old Guy would actually lean against the ladder when he spoke to people. Not only did he have problems with personal space when everyone’s feet were flat on the floor, he caused trouble when folks were climbing on ladders. Great.
He asked Gordon a few cursory questions about Captain America before launching into the obligatory tale about his mother throwing out all his comics and baseball cards in the early 1970s. Worth millions, nowadays. The Old Man was probably in his early thirties at the time.
A few days later, Monica was on the ladder, rearranging the Star Trek stuff. The Old Man came in and positioned himself directly under her ass. He asked her if she had ever taken any belly dancing lessons and if she owned a belly dancing outfit like Caroline Munro in The Golden Voyage of Sinbad.
Big Darryl, once again, had to vibe The Old Guy out of the store.
Monica grew tired of having to explain to the guys at work why she hated ladders.