"Do you find everything okay?"
"I think I did."
"Can I see your ID?"
"Hold on let me get my wallet out."
"Alright, and... here you go."
"Do you want to purchase a two-year extended warranty plan, for $149.99?"
"Absolutely."
"Do you have a Waifun membership card?"
"I... do not."
"If you sign up for that card now with your purchase today you can save 10% off of this purchase, and up to 20% off of future accessories."
"How much is the membership?"
"$59.99 annually. Since your purchase is more than 3,000, you'll save about 250 if you sign up."
"Sounds like a good deal actually, sure."
"E-Mail?"
"Oh, this is difficult so follow me."
"Alright go ahead."
"K. I. R. S. C. H. W. A. S. S. E. R. K. U. N... at Gmail."
"kirs-ch-wass-er kun at Gmail dot com?"
"Kirschwasser, yes."
"Phone Number."
"(517) 555-0135"
"Street address."
"It's on the ID."
"Alright. And... here's your ID."
"Thank you."
"You are good to go on the membership. Here's that membership card. It has a smaller one here that you can put on the keychain."
"Nice."
"With that discount applied, and with the warranty plan. The total comes to $2,845.39."
"I have a card."
"Just put the chip in the reader, it will ask you if you want a warranty. Just tap no. I'll print the warranty since you purchased it separately."
"Okay."
"Here is the warranty paperwork, and... your receipt."
"Is there anything else you need? Do you need help moving her into your car?"
"No, I have a truck."
"Alright, thank you for shopping at Waifun. Have a good rest of your weekend."
"Thank you, you too."
He rolled the cart out the door of the establishment. A clean-looking building painted cheery pink with reflective tinted glass windows. Waifun had grown to become the largest chain in the United States for this kind of business. They did sell adult goods, but this wasn't that kind of store. Mostly, it was new and refurbished domestic gynoids, coined robowaifus by the communities that first popularized them.
Thus was the store's namesake, the sale of robowaifus to the target demographics. Businesses and men who yearned for the non-human option. He dropped the tailgate to his truck and brought the L-cart up to the vehicle.
"Man, it was hard enough to get her off the selective rack. How am I going to get in here?"
"Maybe I should have taken his help."
There was a lip on the end of the cart. So, he turned it around.
"I'll just drag the whole cart up here."
He stepped up the upon the tailgate from the bumper and grabbed onto the handle of the L-cart. He left and set the back tires of the cart onto the truck bed. Hopping down, the man pushed the entire cart onto the bed of the truck. While on the bed, he tipped the cart over to drop the box onto it. The cart was righted and pushed back to the ground. He then, finally, moved the cart to its corral.
"Oh, I am glad I'm not as heavy as I was last year."
It was true, he was much more fit now; due to his new job, stacking warehouse pallets by hand and by forklift. He could throw them 8 feet on top of the stacks with ease now. More than he could say when he started. Yet, he was still winded and sweating after that five minutes of work. It was today he learned the importance of the team lift.
"Seriously, how much does she weigh? I think I'll pick up a dolly from Lowes down by the township before I head home."
Which he did, but not before putting a tarp over the box. Domestic androids were a sensitive issue. Anyone who saw the box was a potential danger to it. It didn't help that she was also very expensive. That three grand wasn't just lying around for him to spend. He had set that aside for a while, after buying his first car and desktop computer. His job paid well. He brought the tarp with him originally because he was unsure of the weather that day. Now, hiding her was more of a concern.
He walked into the home improvement store and bought a new dolly. He was going to need it, as he lived alone. Nobody would help him move this 300 lb box into his house. Lowes, and Walmart, were within walking distance of his house. Waifun, however, was deep into the south side of Lansing. He was thankful for his now-deceased parents who had left him the house. He had lived there his entire life. The man was 28 years old now, his father died twelve years ago of heart complications. He lost his mother during the pandemic ten years ago. They left him quite a bit of money from life insurance and savings. His father had his own inheritance from his grandparents. After a while, the money started to run dry. Only then was the young man forced to work to provide for himself. That was two years ago. He was a more responsible person now.
The truck arrived at the house and pulled into the driveway.
"Alright, let's get this started."
He got out of the truck and moved to open the tailgate. There was a sidewalk that lead from the front porch to the driveway. The whole area was flat. The house was nice after all. The only thing wrong was his yellow grass, but that was true for the entire neighborhood. He kept the tarp on around the box and strapped it to the dolly. After rolling it to the tailgate he decided to roll the wheels of the tailgate and slide the dolly across the bedliner. This was a bad idea. He nearly got pulled off the truck bed as the dolly dropped 3 feet onto its tires and lurched forward. There was no slide whatsoever. After composing himself from the nearly missed faceplant, he closed the tailgate.
"I hope the box didn't get damaged. It should be good right."
He frantically looked around the dolly and box. There was no visible damage.
"Let's hope she's okay. Jesus this thing is heavy."
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