The New M.E. Generation

Let’s get something clear. Fashion shopping I do like when I venture to do it. The one regarding food, I don’t.

For me, going to the supermarket is like going hunting. You have to fight yourself around people, carts and aisles to get to what you need. I’ll tell you, this isn’t easy. Even more, when I’m done, I feel tired.

So, I dragged myself to the place like I usually do, list at hand, with the goal, as I usually do, to get this over fast, pronto, like, now.

You know what I mean.

So far I’ve accomplished exactly that, going around quickly, pushing that cart with the same determination that I do when exercising.

I’m at the Produce section and I’m looking around searching for something when, out of the blue, I see a guy with a white long sleeve shirt, blue jeans and aviator sunglasses, walk by quickly in the opposite side of where I’m standing.

I see him but he doesn’t see me.

At first, my facial expression was one of puzzlement of ‘is that…??,’ to one that changed to of having a very big smile and laughing loudly deep within me.

‘That was Erik! Of course, of course, of course!’ I said to myself.

I’m still holding on to my cart, and laughing, but now thinking, ‘this can’t be happening!’

Hmm, should I chase him down (like in hunting) or just let it go?

I better make my move before the prey gets away, that’s for sure.

But the moment is so funny I can’t think straight.

Should I or shouldn’t it?

et cetera