This little description I’m about to describe here in is taking up some storage space inside my skull, so I’m writing it down.

The other night, M. and I went to the grocery store to grab some dairy products for our coffee and toast come morning. Right behind us a young man, maybe late 20s/early 30s at the most, bellied up to the conveyor belt and started to unload.

– A six-pack of Michelob
– Two different pints of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream
– A large bag of Kettle potato chips

Nice little haul for a kind of special Labor Day weekend. The icing, as it were, on my cake of contemplating his purchases? Six boxes of generic facial tissues. He didn’t have the sniffles, near as I could tell.