Supermarket

By Strata Of The Travelers

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone this story. I guess Greek Mythology belongs to the Greeks. I only own pig-lady

Nemesis wasn't a very kind goddess. Being the goddess of revenge, kindness wasn't in the job description. But she couldn't just blast anyone she wanted into oblivion. Not while she was living among mortals, which was turning out to be a real pain in her immortal butt.

The lady behind her in the check-out line was the axiom of the word annoying. Yakking loudly on her cellular phone so loud Nemesis was pretty sure the entire state of Washington could hear her screeching to her girl friend. She was worse than Aphrodite, or even Hera. The mere thought of the goddess of marriage was infuriating. Of course, she had been her husband's mistress and the feeling was probably mutual.

The worst part was that, here in a supermarket at three in the morning, with at least a dozen other mortals around her, there was nothing to take out her anger on. Not without getting any of the mortals hurt, and if any of them were hurt, she knew Zeus would parachute the Nemesis right back to Olympus. Plus, she only had one item to purchase. It wasn't her fault that those darn pop-tarts were so addicting. If it wasn't for those stupid treats, she wouldn't even be here. All she wanted to do was get back to her apartment see if there was anything good on her television. And maybe kill a rat, just to get her anger out.

"Excuse me, but what exactly do you think you're doing?" The woman in front of her had turned around and was eyeing her with her big beady pig eyes judgingly.

"I believe it's called standing." Nemesis said scathingly. It was three in the freaking morning for Zeus's sake, she didn't need this.

"In. Your. Bed Clothes," the woman hissed. "It really isn't proper to go anywhere without wearing proper clothes" She really was fat, and wore what looked like work clothes. Who wore those early in the morning?

Nemesis looked down. She had gotten up early that morning and had set out just as she woke up in search of pop tarts. While she wasn't exactly dressed to kill, she had managed to pull on some sweats and a t-shirt.

"Listen, Honey," she said "It is three in the morning. I came here get some damn pop tarts. I do not need your nagging me about how I dress. Believe me, I will not take this crap,"

The woman looked as if she was going to respond as something fizzled and smoked in her pocket just as it was time for Nemesis to pay for her pop tarts. She grabbed her credit card as a high school student scanned the bar code on her pop tarts. No she didn't want a bag, yes she wanted a check. Good morning to you too. As she walked out the door, the goddess was pleased to the last outraged screeches of "My phone!" From the pig-lady and left the super market marginally less bitter.

A/N

Second ever story inspired mostly by the fact that I saw that there were no stories about Nemesis here. It probably has a lot of errors and really isn't that good. Constructive Criticism is nice. Flames will be fed to the Hestia's Hearth. Though, if I'm doing something wrong, it would be nice if somebody told me what I was doing, and how I could improve.