lost in the supermarket
You know how sometimes you need that one particular thing from the first aid aisle at the grocery store? It doesn’t logically go with anything else, so you just have to scan the shelves until you find it.
Forget what I was looking for- I ended up in the weight loss section. I always knew the stuff existed, but I’d never come face to face with it in concentrated form. Tiny red vials promising hours of energy, big comfortingly blue boxes of not just products but actual weight loss *plans*, the usual speed and lots of green tea concoctions.
To my right was a vast expanse of energy bars and nutritional shakes, followed by an equal assortment of antacids. More antacids than I could ever choose from, if I had to. From floor level to above my head, as wide as my armspan, a wall of substances to help us keep our food down.
Next came the products to help you shit- fiber supplement, stool loosener, pictures of smiling elderly folk. And last, up in the top corner, hemorrhoid care.
I gorged myself today- I had the hamburger *and* the hot dog, the potato salad *and* the potato chips. It wasn’t too good for me, but it filled me up and it was free. We give that kind of stuff away.
