There's so many things you can't get in Buckaroo. Sure, there's the usual assortment of small-town businesses - mom and pop grocery store, hardware supply, that sort of thing - but if Uncle Billy Bob's Big Boy Foods doesn't carry it, you're going to have to leave town to get it. Maybe even go all the way to Portland. Which, by no coincidence at all, is where Ed Warren is spending his day. Home Depot is calling to him. His aging family home is in need of repair, and the local hardware place refuses to sell to him on principle. Not that it's undeserved, but still - he's hardly going to commit murder with a caulking gun.
He tucks his hair under a stupid baseball cap in hopes he won't be too recognizable, but that's about all he does. He loses track of time wandering through Home Depot's expansive aisle. His home needs a lot of repairs, a lot. He starts filling his cart with various supplies and tools until he gets sidetracked with all the display models of things. Cabinets. Faucets. Lights. Couldn't the farm use some better light fixtures? It could certainly do with new knobs on everything, too, he's not terribly fond of the 70's thing it's got going.
He finds himself wandering through all the tub and shower displays, eventually. He inspects a few choice ones. There's some really especially fancy glass door styles, too bougie for him but nice enough to waste time staring at. He even amuses himself by climbing into the full size display models. This one would actually fit one of the bathrooms. That one is just kind of silly; how many shower heads does one man possibly need? And one ends up ominously shadowed enough that Ed thinks he managed to accidentally spook a large football player-looking customer out of his aisle. Delightful.
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He tucks his hair under a stupid baseball cap in hopes he won't be too recognizable, but that's about all he does. He loses track of time wandering through Home Depot's expansive aisle. His home needs a lot of repairs, a lot. He starts filling his cart with various supplies and tools until he gets sidetracked with all the display models of things. Cabinets. Faucets. Lights. Couldn't the farm use some better light fixtures? It could certainly do with new knobs on everything, too, he's not terribly fond of the 70's thing it's got going.
He finds himself wandering through all the tub and shower displays, eventually. He inspects a few choice ones. There's some really especially fancy glass door styles, too bougie for him but nice enough to waste time staring at. He even amuses himself by climbing into the full size display models. This one would actually fit one of the bathrooms. That one is just kind of silly; how many shower heads does one man possibly need? And one ends up ominously shadowed enough that Ed thinks he managed to accidentally spook a large football player-looking customer out of his aisle. Delightful.