Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 18 ~

"Is it really necessary for us to go here on a Monday?" I grumble under my breath, making sure she didn't hear me complaining.

Even thought she's turned around away from, I can feel her rolling her eyes at me as she sighs out of annoyance. "Yes, since every Monday there's a 10% discount on every item in the supermarket." We're kind of being cheap right now, huh? She shakes her head as if she just read what's on my mind, "Call it cheap, but I call it being clever with the expenses."

That's true, especially coming from a person who organized events. Event organizer mostly have a budget to hold during the organizing. So buying stuff with discount doesn't really mean a person is being cheap or anything, it means that they're doing it solely because it's a force of habit of staying on the budget.

"You promise we'll do this quick, right?" I sluggishly drag my whole body right next to her.

She lets out a soft chortle, "I can't promise you that, since supermarkets are quite unpredictable."

So, basically, we're mostly going to spend a quarter of our day roaming around the supermarket? Speaking of being unpredictable, look who's talking. When I woke up this morning, she started to rant out how we should go to the supermarket to restock our stuff. She didn't give me a heads-up from yesterday and just unceremoniously shoved into the bathroom to take a shower before we head out. I can't complain about it now, since we finally arrived at the front of the supermarket.

She leans in closer to me, her mouth almost touching my ears. "This ain't a bookstore, so I won't have to worry about you going nuts on buying multiple books."

Rolling my eyes at her comment-which definitely might be true and there's no point on denying it-I'm pretty sure supermarket have this small book section. But she doesn't know that, and I intend to hang out in that section while she roams around, since she's the one who knows what needs restocking. If only I've known about us going to the supermarket, I would have chosen the time to see the stuff that requires restocking.

Once we enter the establishment, we've been greeted by a strong blast of air. I have no idea on why every supermarket has that, but I tend to find out. Perhaps in the future when I have time for myself since this woman is dragging me around like I'm a toddler or something. I literally feel like a child who's been forced to go to the supermarket with his mother. It'll be a plus point if I started whining for sweets. I wonder how she'll react. Best not to experiment around while she has my arm in a tight grasp. If I'm an unfortunate person, then she'll find a guillotine somewhere around here to chop of my tongue from whining.

So, it's best to stay quiet and let her drag me around in this somewhat crowded establishment. Damn, there's a lot of people here. Supermarkets tend to be a place where a person can bump into someone they know and if I haven't figured out who I am, then it'll be a lie when I say I'm happy to bump into someone I know in a supermarket. I'm just going to hope no one here recognizes me and see me being dragged around by this woman against my will. I couldn't think about any other thing that's a bit embarrassing to see in a supermarket.

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Oh crap, I forgot my phone again. Well, that's unfortunate considering that my mind just reminds me a thing that I want to learn about-and some unnecessary memory. But that memory is quite an advantage since it shows me the way to the supermarket. Still an unnecessary memory, brain. I can navigate my way to the supermarket just fine without the reminder of the past.

Do you though? My inside voice whispers to me in a mocking tone. I didn't know I asked for my own side comment during this. Seriously, I don't have any control to the voice inside my head. I'm hoping there's an on and off switch somewhere in my head.