No Cell

¡He made it!

He slowed his cart just ‘nough to safely grab the last cell phone off the rack, & then sped off ‘gain, turning back to his rival to twiddle his moustache.

He oughtn’ta: ¡BUMP! The cell phone jumped out o’ the baby basket & lands on the floor, clacking back & forth ‘mong the rim o’ the drain only to slide inside like a pinball.

He fell on his knees & yanked on the grate, but it wouldn’t budge.

Meanwhile, the cell phone swam ‘way.


Drain, Mall, Screw-up