I stole this from Brent's blog. Too much fun.
Ok, here's a short story we all write. I'll start...you continue. Here goes:
"I've never liked the grocery store. Too many choices. I always try to go at dead times so I don't have to talk to anyone else. No dice today. I was up by the registers but the last thing I wanted to do was check out. The guy next to me had armed himself with an O-Cedar mop and a baguette. I grabbed the deadliest thing I could imagine: A can of Spam.
The creatures outside were almost through the door......."