Pick Your Poison
I only go to this grocery store for one thing; oat milk. It’s the only place in town to get it. As I pull it off the shelf an older woman decides to talk to me, which is exactly what I want right now. In her midwestern way she judges my purchase through talking about the merit of other products. And lady, right now just let me have this one fucking thing.
caught in the act
wondering if
he's worth it