Also based on the post-it notes
It's Sunday. Norma always goes grocery shopping during Sundays. Usually it's nice to be away from home for a while, but today she would almost prefer being at home. The store is having some kind of "children's day" or whatever, and Norma is not having it. There's all these kids running around screaming, crying and laughing – god, the laughing – and it's pissing her off. When Norman was the same age she used to love kids this age, admiring their creativity and innocence, but things change. She's not the same person anymore. Norman is all she can think about, night and day, and she doesn't have time to drool over babies or wish for grandchildren. It's not like Norman will have any anyway, unless he starts getting better. Dylan will probably get himself killed in that weed-guarding-shit-job before he can even think about it.
Let's just say, positivity isn't Norma's thing.
A child, no more than five years runs right in front of her, and she almost hits it with her shopping cart. The parents are desperately trying to chase after their son, giving Norma apologetic glances. She doesn't care, she just wants to get out of this house of migraines. However she does start to care when the child continues running in front of her shopping cart, blocking her way. She debates if it's a good idea to knock it out with her cart when the parents finally manage to catch the child.
Norma lets out a long sigh and decides that she doesn't need these apples after all, it's better to just get out of here.
Right before she reaches the checkout a high pitched scream is heard from the back of the store, and Norma turns her head. The little boy that blocked her way a few minutes ago is now running right at her, and she can't help herself. Just before he passes her, she stretches out her leg and the little boy falls over. Quickly she rolls of with her cart like nothing happened, and she has to hide the smirk on her face. She can't say he didn't deserve it.
