I wonder how old is that beautiful girl staring back at me as I wait in the parking lot. She’s on the me salvé! propaganda wearing a grey t-shirt and ripped jeans. Her smile is lovely. A lady pulls up next to me, complaining about cramping up on the regular.
“Lack of potassium, lack of water,” says the lady next to her, who I assume is her daughter.
The me salvé! girl who went by before, dressed all in black, walks back, this time with two spray bottles in-hand. I guess they have her on clean up duty.
Today’s adventure was about getting steel-toe safety shoes for the blonde. A whole day on such a simple task and $30 for two burgers.
There was a strange boy at the shoe store recording himself doing some strange dance and facial gestures in the mirror. The internet is filled with all that nonsense, but it’s even more bizarre to see it in real life from a boy doing it as it was the most normal thing in the world.
Another boy is sitting across from me, his mother asking him how the shoes fit and his reply. The same scenario playing out before me for the billionth time.
There is no real novelty, these words of mine although mine, are unlikely truly original, as so many before me have likely written similar things.
My mother finally called back, and blondie is here. It’s time to go. It’s time to go live the same moments again and again.