A Trip to the Grocery Store

It's late but not a far drive. I luckily have 20 minutes to my name, before it closes with all the edible riches out in frame. 

My brain is a refrigerator, after a week course meal, and my problem is I have no clue but I commence to put on my shoes.

I jump in and after 5 minutes time, I stand in the lot, not knowing where to come to a stop. Finally, to my luck a spot opens up and I park in a two cars tuck.

It looks like I'm not the only one that rushes in at this late hour, my conscience grows weak but my stomach growls louder. 

Here I am, with endless options at my disposal, yet I am still not all the wiser on what flavors will appease my mucosals. 

So, I grab what I can get In a quick haste, in order not to get the store manager to hunt me down in a chase. 

I make it out, just at the closing hand's time, to realize my purchase's worth of dime.

I shake in discontent at my scarce shopping bag's content; A loaf of bread, a block of gum and a bottle of ketchup to soothe my tongue.

"Ouh what a shame," my indecisiveness is to blame and I still feel hunger to my core, crying out: "what a great trip to the grocery store."