/lit/ - Literature

He quickly put the tin of soup into his pocket and moved towards the checkout.
He felt relieved, after all it was the one of a kind tin, and now it was safe in his pocket. No jealous or ignorant thief could now steal it as easily as if he had placed it in his basket. The one Andy Warhol has painted, the one which was soon to conquer pop art.

Gary knew a lot about soup in tins, he was somebody who you could call a collector. He loved everything about soup in tins, the tins itself in particular. The smell, the texture, the diverse and oh so beautiful labels. He had hundreds of thousands of soup tins, all marked and placed pedantically on shelves in his basement.

So one could understand why was he so happy, that even seeing all the horrible soup in cartons and bottles couldn't spoil his good humor. As he left the shop, he was thinking about just how much have the shop lost selling him his new marvelous specimen of this greatest form of art humanity has ever created.

What do you guise think? Aim was to create 180-188 word story :p Must know if it is an ok.