Shopping

I met a man in the grocery store, and we had a pleasant conversation about tomatoes. I didn't know him, nor did he know me, but we connected over a piece of fruit...or is it a vegetable. He said vegetable, but I remember being laughed at talking about it in high school. I'm still not sure what it is.

I started feeling old when I realized that I didn't have to sneak a sip of alchohol from a friend's glass at restaurants. Just one step closer to death, one step closer to alcholism. You have to have some way to cope.

My first legal drink was a Bloody Mary. I told the man in the grocery store about it, and he told me his first legal drink was an appletini. We bonded over our girly drinks, and our desire to buy some produce that afternoon.

My friend got food poisoning from the bar last week. He had been the DD, but couldn't quite control the wheel while he projectile vomited. I had only had two beers and a mangotini. The cops were unforgiving, but decided to let us go when my friend blew chunks on their windshield. I've never been happier about puke than I was then.

My grocery store friend and I continued shopping together, going down all of the aisles and picking out what we needed. Like Oreos. At the opposite end of the store from where we began the alcohol took up residence. Every single bottle was a shortcut to bliss.

I parted from him with my trove of groceries after the checkout, waving goodbye to someone I doubted I'd ever meet again. So I ended the night as I had often before, sipping a cosmopolitan, waiting for something.

100 per cent of us die, and the percentage can not be increased." - C.S. Lewis