Excerpt: Navigator

Miss, excuse me? Miss! Where can I find those cute little reindeer fellows I saw on the commercials? Miss? You do work here, don’t you? She taps the young woman clearly ignoring any question that might come her way.
What? ,pulling out her headphones, blaring Rolling Stones and tilting her head towards the sound of the voice and pudgy finger tap that made it past her musical defenses.
Well, where can I find those reindeer that sing and move to Christmas music?
Sorry, wrong lame ass store lady. That’s the Hallmark across town on Liberty Ave. We only carry trees that giggle and fall off the table.