Lost in The Supermarket

“Where is- HEY!”

It was hard not to hear me plow down the isle. Squeeak, squeeeak, squeeeak. The back wheel gave away my position. Fucking dead weight, but whatever. It wasn’t like I was doing this to get away.

The foots steps pounded behind me. She was surprisingly nibble for a woman in heels. This would be over before I know it, if I don’t pick up the pace. I turned and the squeaky wheel almost clipped a Doritos display.

squeak-squeak, squeak-squeak, squeak-squeak. The wheels screamed louder.

“HEY! That’s my cart! Get back here!”

I was well aware of the situation. As a matter of fact I had been scoping her cart out since I got to the frozen food section. It wasn’t like she was super cute or special by any means. She just was the only woman who was caring her purse on her shoulder.

It wasn’t any specifically any one thing that brought me to this point. This week was extremely normal, but that was the problem. Nothing happened. Every minute of every hour this week was the same. But I have no one to blame but myself. Nothing happened because I didn’t make anything happen and it drove me insane. So when I saw that girl leave her cart to talk on the phone, I just reacted.

It wasn’t stealing because she hasn’t paid for anything. It was just an annoying thing that no one does. A social norm that NEVER gets broken.

I got tired and decided to park next to the Chex Parity mix, classic comfort food.

She slowed down once she saw me stop.

“What the hell is matter with you! That’s my stuff! Why did you take my stuff? Are you mental or something?”

Her look interrogated me. Seconds passed by and I thought about what to say to where she might be able to understand.

I smirked, looked her dead in the eyes, and spoke,

“I have no idea.”

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