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“I cannot believe mommy sent you out with me to go grocery shopping. I am perfectly capable of buying some dumb salmon by myself without you being here and looking all ugly and stupid.” Amy swung open the door of the grocery store, intentionally hitting Sammy when it swung closed.
“Well I’m not happy about it either…” Sammy sulked quietly.
The two made their way to the fish aisle, with Amy pushing a cart and Sammy walking a few paces behind her sister.
Amy stopped suddenly to inspect a display of salmon, and Sammy bumped into her from behind. “Ugh. Don’t you know how to pay attention?”
“Oh I’m sorry…it’s just that I-“ Sammy reddened and started to apologize.
“Doesn’t matter.” Amy picked up the salmon on the top of the pile and set it in the cart.
Sammy interjected, “I think that’s the wrong type of salmon. We always buy the other kind.”
“What other type of salmon is there? Salmon is salmon, and this,” Amy pointed at the cart, “is clearly salmon.”
“But it’s not the right type…”
“There is no ‘right’ type, so stop yelling so we can leave!” Amy’s temper rose with every word, and she reached into the nearby tank filled with snapping lobsters. She grabbed onto the shell of a particularly snappy one and whipped the lobster at Sammy’s head.
“Oh my GOD Sparemy! You’re making a scene!” Amy gasped in mock surprise.
“Umm what? You started it Amy!” Sammy cried out as she pulled the live lobster out of her hair and dropped it back in the tank.
“Whatever” Amy rolled her eyes in an exaggerated fashion and turned around to leave.
Sammy sighed and began to follow, but Amy turned back around and slapped her with the salmon. The nice twin hit the ground with a thud, her hair lying in a pile of smelly water.
“You BITCH!”
Amy cackled ferociously, but her glee was short-lived as Sammy had run back over to the lobster tank and poured the crustaceans on her head.
Amy screeched and shoved Sammy into the abandoned shopping cart headfirst.
Sammy groaned and rubbed her head for a moment, and she started to walk back to the exit. When she pushed past the heavy glass door, Amy was seated in the driver seat of the car and was waiting right there. She sighed in relief that she wouldn’t have to walk to where they had parked. But when she reached out to open the car door, Amy sped off and left Sammy in the dust.