He was filling up his five gallon jug of water at the reverse osmosis machine when the stockman walked by dragging the cart of goods. Boxes of different snacks and foods stacked five feet tall. On the top there was one of those label guns.

The label gun made him smile. He liked seeing how people managed their workflows. This stockman obviously always put that label gun ontop when he carried his cart out to the shelves. But he wasn't just smiling about the label gun and the stockman.

He had gotten a call from a number that had been etched into his memory for decades now. He had actually sort of given up on the call ever coming. But he still never forgot the digits.

The plan was finally in motion. He didn't think he'd ever live long enough for it to happen if he were being honest with himself. When the call came he had missed it. He had seen the numbers on the missed calls list and he had yet to have called the number back .But he knew who it was from. And he knew what it meant. So he took a break to go to the grocery store and get water. and really take in what was happening around him before he called the number back. Because after he called it back, the final set of dominoes that was his life would topple over.