I don't need you. I don't think about you. But... you're in front of me, on sale, and all of a sudden you are a necessity. I put you in my shopping cart, walking towards check out, trying to convince myself whether or not I actually REALLY need you. I decide to take one more lap around the store before I pay for my items. I remove self control and put it back on the original shelf, I drop a few shallow ego boosts into the "child seat" section of the cart. I get to the check out shelf, and glance at the magazine covers and articles that are solely there for the folks who impulsively decide they need gum, or batteries, or want to pay non-subscription price for magazines about soap opera, the Kardashians, or new sex positions your boyfriend will love!
I throw a 3-pack of mint gum on the conveyor belt along with everything else, and go home.
No comments:
Post a Comment