The Adam Boy

CHAPTER 21 - THE JUICE BOX ON FROZEN CHICKENS

When I got home, I couldn't sleep like I always did. I was drawing on TV and I watched, I was able to relax in my bed. The drawing was very funny, but at no time did I laugh ... I didn't even think ... I just relaxed ... I slept!

Another Sunday in that city. Worse, I received an invitation to go to São Paulo, but there laziness consumes you in such a hellish way that you don't feel like going out. I had a million college jobs, but I couldn't do it, so I went to play on the computer. When I went out into the street, already getting dark, I met all three; Milla, John and Yo, who laughed and came to greet me. They asked what I was doing there. When I answered, I asked the same question.

"We're going to the market," said Yo. - Let's go?

- In the market? Are you going shopping?

- Not! - replied to Yo - Let's drink.

- For! - spoke to Milla laughing - Let's buy bullshit to eat, and buy something. And only.

I smiled slightly; how much simplicity came from that program, but it still seemed so special. I was in the city of boredom and they invited me to do something so simple and it still seemed to be cool. I accompanied them. We went to a market that is open 24 hours. They went straight to the snack and biscuit section. Each took two or three packages of something. I took a stuffed cookie. So, we went to the juice section and got a 1 liter box of grape juice.

"It's good to remember wine," he told Yo.

- Guys - began Milla - even in juice she imagines cachaça.

- I didn't like it - said John. - The juice is hot.

- True - I support Milla.

And with that conclusion, they walked quickly towards the chicken and meat section, I followed them. We arrived at an open fridge that contained chickens, nuggets and potatoes, all frozen. Yo, who had the juice in her arms, started pushing the chickens aside with John's help. Then, very carefully, they placed the juice box at the bottom and threw the chickens on top of it, leaving the purple box well camouflaged.

- How long do we leave there? - He asked Yo.

"About thirty minutes," replied Milla

- Don't you have that juice in the refrigerators? - I asked.

- Not at all - replied John. - There is only soda and beers in the refrigerators.

"But we can't get out of here," said Milla. - If anyone catches it? Let's keep walking, but keep an eye on the fridge, then we'll be back.

We walk around the supermarket, but always around the fridge and always watching. When we realized that someone was approaching, we went close; but no one at that time bought a chicken, nuggets or potatoes. Carelessly, we went to the liquor rack at the other end. Yo's eyes sparkled when she saw the bottle of a sweet and frank drink. However, that day John forbade us to buy any alcohol. we only made Yo feel like it at that time, looking at the wines, the drops ...

- I think the drink's already a little chilled, don't you think? asked Milla.

We went to the freezer. Upon reaching it, we saw that the chickens and potatoes were not as we had left them. Yo and Milla desperately pushed the frozen ones aside. And the box of grape juice was not there. John and I were still looking at the other end to see if we could find each other. Anything!

- As well? - shouted to Milla in another attempt to find the purple box and throwing the frozen chickens everywhere - See, you left. They already got our juice.

- And now? - Yo wanted to know.

- Let's get another one - suggested John

- NOT! - protested Milla hysterically - He's here, I know he is. - and threw more and more chickens and potatoes aside. But nothing! The juice was really gone. - NO! WHO WAS? WHO WAS?

At this moment, a supermarket employee passed by and Milla immediately took her arms.

- YOUNG MAN, WE PLACE A BOX OF GRAPE JUICE HERE WITH THE CHICKENS AND SUMIU. SUMIUUUUU!

"Did you put them together with the chickens?" Asked the employee calmly and without believing what he was hearing. - And why did they put it with the chickens?

- DOES NOT MATTER! WHAT MATTERS IS THAT SUMMED ... SOMEONE HAS TAKEN OUR JUICE.

- Do you want me to report security? asked the employee.

- Not! Thank you! - said John who was pulling Milla by the arms. Yo and I followed him.

- WE WANT YES! - shouted Milla - THEY DID TAKE OUR JUICE THAT WAS ON CHICKENS.

- You don't have to. - John spoke self pushing Milla - We got another one.

The clerk was jaw-dropping. No reaction.

- WE WON'T GET ANOTHER, NO! THAT WAS ALREADY COLD. WHO STEALS A BOX OF GRAPE JUICE THAT IS UNDER A HILL OF CHICKENS, POTATOES AND CHILLED NUGETS?

We try to calm her down. We went to the drinks section and got another box of grape juice; the liquid was hot.

- So, - started Jon - are you going to put it with the chickens again to freeze a little?

"Better not," replied Yo. - It's gonna take a while. Let's take it anyway. Or we can get a cold wine.

- NOT! WE WILL ADVERTISE ON THE MICROPHONE THAT STOLE US A BOX OF GRAPE JUICE THAT WAS WITH THE CHICKENS!

- For Milla! - John ordered - And for Yo, we will not take alcohol.

We went to the checkout. We entered the queue for quick purchases, which in that fast place had nothing. It was a delay, now because people passed millions of things, now because the cashiers had no change. Upon our turn, we placed the small purchase on the conveyor belt.

- Invoice with CPF? - spoke the box monotonously, who at that time was bored and very eager to leave.

- It's the maximum you can offer - began Milla, - since they took our juice that was in the chickens

- What? - the box made a skeptical face - What were your juice doing in the chickens?

"Nothing, girl," I said. "She's already drunk." You can enter my social security number.

The cashier reported the purchase price, and we threw coins, and more coins on the counter, and started counting. It always gave a different value. It was amazing how bad we were at math, which is uglier for Milla since she is the daughter of a math teacher. When we left the supermarket, we had no destination where we were going. We headed for a nearby square, and, right there, we ate our snacks and crackers with the hot grape juice. It was all really simple, but cheerful. They talked about everything and laughed with everything. That was my weekend rest, and it was nice and sincere.

He was happy; I will listen to the song A Quai by Yann Tiersen.