Nuclear Platypus

Prompt
Rewrite. Cleanup. Fixing awful bad phrasing and awkward ideas. Hope it reads better than the first verson, which will be destroyed in five..four.. Three...
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Ginny Smith figured she could be forgiven for her base rudeness. She scowled as she shoved a grey flannel suited man aside and out of her immediate path, and glared when a similarly suited man blithely stepped in his place.

She deployed her elbows and shouldered her way through, receiving glares, harsh words, and returning painful jabs.

People, normal people that is, would certainly be understanding, and even sympathetic, towards her if they knew her reasons. Granted, most of those reasons revolved about a certain unforgiving boss, who was, at the moment, entertaining a prospective client. This particular prospective client had a certain well-known addiction to a dark percolating liquid called coffee, the best of which was served at the far end of this crowded square.

"He sends me to get coffee." She groused in her mind, "What am I, a damn secretary?"

She ducked and weaved around another suited man in the crowd. She felt an unwelcome grope from the man's hands. He even went so far as to squeeze the firm flesh.

"EXCUSE ME!!" She snarled, reaching up behind her with one hand.

A feral grin on her face, she grasped the man's fragile ear lobe in a firm hold and yanked. Using the momentum of his yelping fall, she barreled the man cleanly over her shoulder. His sudden weight neatly knocked over the three suits ahead of her.

Many turned and gaped at the sprawling pile. The man she had thrown flailed on top, and eyed her owlishly, face painted with disbelief.

"When you are with a lady, sir. Be a gentleman." She said with venom.

Head held high, she hurried along, knowing well that she didn't have much time left to complete her errand. With some satisfaction, she saw a few of the suited people part before her.

Moments later, she heard the shrill whistles of approaching policemen echoing off the concrete. She ducked her head and glanced around. The sound distorted just enough that her ears failed to find the source. Her eyes scanned the crowd for anything blue. Anything flashy amonst the grey clad bodies.

Up at the pedestrian bridge, three men in blue struggled with man in gray. She watched as one policeman swung a short black stick over his head.

She winced as a sickening thunk cut through the general din.

The gray suited man limply slumped over, and she thought she recognised him as the man she had thrown to the ground.

The three in blue then grappled the man's elbows into a painful looking pose behind his back, and shoved him along. She had seen such poses many times.

No men in blue approached her, and she heard no more shrill whistles. She supposed that by now, she was an anonomous face in the crowd.

She turned away and forced her shoulders to relax as she walked, reasoning that she was five bodies in, and well past the violence she had so smoothly performed.

At the curb, a surge of bodies at her back jarred her towards the trains lumbering through. She held her ground, relentlessly digging her nails into some poor soul's fabric covered arms.

The last sluggish metal box trudged by, and in the hush of its passing, she saw the building she was seeking.

Just across the way, a shabby looking little hut was nestled between two massively imposing steel and glass office buildings. It had brightly painted wooden shingles covering its quaint narrow pitched roof, and a simple round wooden sign hung upon chains from a post at the apex. The strange image carved upon it looked to be a sort of stylized duck-beaver hybrid, and the words along the edge declared:

"The Nuclear Platypus Coffee House."

She gazed at the line of people that began at the painted wood of the front door and stretched to vanish behind pristine glass walls around the corner a block futher down.

She sighed.

As she had expected for this time of day, the line was long. Very long. She made her way over to the end, folded her arms. Impatiently, she waited for brown ambrosa.

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Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....