Coming home from a meeting she decides to drop by the supermarket. She was exhausted yes but not dead tired. She’s a victim of the unholy hour of limited cashiers which leads to long queues, irate customers and stressed attendants but she forces it. As of yesterday the pantry spelled it’s overdue. She gets stuck in a jam of inconsiderate or impatient people in between rows of processed foods endorsed by unreal fit and healthy celebrities; in the impractically narrow aisles of big chains of supermarkets who never give the customers what they deserve. Yes they deserve wider aisles and more opened cashiers. Stuck, in her pencil skirt and her kitten heels, she lifts the half-filled grocery cart in an unintentional showcase of strength and poise. She survives the predicament.
April 17, 2013