"Oh great. My coffee." Muttered Wallace in a sarcastic tone. Wallace looked down at the disoriented woman and lets out a sigh as his shoulders loosely drop to his sides. "You spilled my coffee," Wallace told her as if it was the most obvious statement anyone had stated since people started stating things. "That cost me $6.75. Six-seventy-_freakin_-five! And I just got it, too. I hadn't even taken a drink yet because it was so hot. You're payin' for this. Oh yeah you're payin' for this!" Rattled Wallace. It was at this point when Wallace noticed what was once five patrons and one pharmacist had grown into nearly a dozen patrons and one pharmacist. "Ah, hey" he stammered looking around before kneeling to the woman's side, "look...about all that..." Wallace surveyed the growing group of people watching his every move. "Here, let me help you out." Wallace outstretched his arm to the woman slowly before reaching her purse and removing a loose ten dollar bill. "Thanks," he said with a grin, "bye now." http://ficlets.com/feed/story/34604