With canned Christmas music playing just over the commotion of last minute shoppers, Paisley and Burke navigated their way through the crowded mall.
“I just don’t have it. I can’t finish strong,” confessed Paisley. She collapsed on a bench and removed a winter boot.
“You only have a couple more people to buy for. The finish line is just ahead,” urged Burke.
“My feet have blisters on their blisters,” complained Paisley as she messaged her swollen ankle.
At that moment, their friend Colby approached. “How’s it hanging, ladies?”
Burke shot Colby a look of concern. “We’ve hit the wall.”
“Why don’t you go with Colby. I’ll just wait here,” suggested Paisley.
“I don’t think so. We leave no one behind,” said Colby.
“I’ll carry you if I have to,” added Burke.
“I gotta admit, the last rude cashier nearly did me in,” said Paisley, slipped her boot back on. “I mean, what’s wrong with people?”
Burke pulled Paisley to her feet. “We finish together or not at all.”
“I’m with you to the end,” added Colby.
Paisley hugged her loyal friends. “Christmas shopping is hell.”
“Hoorah,” smiled Burke.