Downsized! Files: Shipping Error, Final“This is probably not a good time to mention it, but could I suggest cutting down on the high-fiber baby formula?”Downsized! Files: Shipping Error, Final by RFSwitched
The pharmacy changing station is empty, I’m glad to see. The last thing I want is more company right now. It’s funny-I never saw changing stations like these in my hometown. Instead of simple stalls bolted to the wall, they tended to be fully furnished and stocked rest areas. Of course, there weren’t many runts in my town, I’m guessing-if there were, they must have stayed low profile.
“Oh, stop griping, Anderson, you know my methods by now.” I had to admit, I saw her point. She only drinks the fiber stuff when she knows she has an important meeting and needs to have all her accidents done with beforehand. I think as I lift the well-dressed kitten in the stinky pants onto the table and set her on her back with a lumpy squish, of course that means I get the dirty work.
Downsized! Files: Shipping Error Pt. 2The pharmacy’s close by, sure enough. I’ve even been here a few times since I first arrived in this city. I wasn’t quite this nervous the last time I was here, though. Ms. Whiptail seems to know her way around the place, and stops by a set of carts. She looks up at me expectantly, and puts her hands on her hips.Downsized! Files: Shipping Error Pt. 2 by RFSwitched
“...Damn. They must have renovated since the last time I was here. All right, get me into one of these carts and we’ll do some looking.”
My eye wanders to the kids’ strollers-baby blue and pink affairs with little plastic keyrings to keep kids’ attention. She can’t mean-
“A shopping cart, dunderhead. Lift me up and into the front seat.”
I breathe a sigh of relief as I lift my little boss by the waist, hoisting her up and helping her legs through the grocery cart’s two front openings. I’d be concerned for the boss’ comfort, if she wasn’