Sunday Shopping

She looks like she just had a lobotomy, stopping traffic with her stare.

Her face is long and gaunt, and her eyes are fixed on the horizon, like she just witnessed a tornado, searching for comfort somewhere off  in the distance.

She’s standing not quite in the middle of the parking lot, but not quite out of it either, so driving past her becomes a game of chicken—one you don’t particularly want to win.

You inch forward, waiting for her to move but she’s completely still, alive yet lifeless.

Her hands dangle loosely at her sides, gripping a shopping bag so casually that half of a banana is tumbling out and in a few moments, you suspect you’ll see her pink brain dripping out of her ears.

Around her, heads are swiveling, and the occasional honk of a car horn blasts through the air.

Someone needs to help her, but if they’re here, they can’t even help themselves.

So finally, you throw your car in park and get out.

“Hey… hey… are you alright?”

The lady blinks.

“What’s…what’s going on?”

After a moment, she shakes her head.

“It’s nothing… I… I..”

“WHAT?!”

“…I just finished shopping at Aldis.”

And in that moment you understood her problem.

She hadn’t had a lobotomy – she just went grocery shopping on Sunday and lost her mind.

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29 thoughts on “Sunday Shopping

  1. I’ve been this woman many times. I get lost in my own head, and mundane tasks like Aldis on a Sunday is a giant invite for my brain to do literally anything else but concentrate on that haha.

      1. Don’t get me started on being ripped off… I have been on many “cost of living” rants about the price of things in supermarkets lately.

  2. In my experience, Sunday grocery shopping is like being a player in Rollerball. Gotta keep that guard up.

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