I was craving something to drink besides water, tea, and regular sodie pop and I needed a candy fix.
I figured it would just be easier to stop at Shop-Rite rather than try and figure out which of the million different entrances to the Kangaroo gas station I wanted to take.
I felt really weird though. Here I am, dressed kinda frumpy, by myself in a Shop-Rite and for a moment I ended up in the diaper/cereal aisle.
I got out of there quick before someone came upon me and thought, "Unwed teenage mother buying diapers and Ramern noodles, bless her." (Hence, I had also picked up some Ramen noodles.
After I left there I had to walk past this really weird guy who was just haning out by a rack of bikes for sale. I think his friends was digging around in the back seat of the car. I was really scared about having to walk past them. I was convinced that they would throw me in that vehicle and speed off.
I probably shouldn't watch movies like Zodiac and then attempt lonenly visits to shady Shop-Rites in the future.
Once I got back into my motor vehicle I promptly droped my phone so far under my seat that the only way I would be able to get it out would be to get out said motor vehicle and go in through the backseat.
I was seriously considering it until creepy bike-rack rapist came into view again, and I just got the hell out of there.
I was looking forawrd to enjoying some orange Fanta and Starburst jelly beans on my way home, but my phone dilema had put me in a funk so deep that it prevented me from dumping sugar into my veins. That, and I couldn't safely get the cap off of my Fanta without crashing into a tree. I later found that I would have to almost completely dismantle the packaging of the Starburst jelly beans just to get them open.
I'm not sure really why I've shared this story, but maybe it brought a smile to your face.
Oh, post script: My mother's dressing up for Halloween this year. I'm not sure if she was kidding or not, but she said she wanted to go as SuperJew. (My little nickname for her) I believe this can be arranged. I told her she should totally post pictures on her Myspace. Creepy, huh?
~"The next person that leaves this room is gonna get a....a lead salad!"~
