supermarket

Every week, I carefully and thoughtfully write down every single item to get at the supermarket. I bring the list with me and somehow invariably lose it. Then I have to try recreate it in my mind, which gives me brain strain. I explain I can’t talk to people I know when I run into them at Foodtown, because I have to focus. The last mother and daughter I knew just laughed and laughed. (Except this is not a joke. This is really where I am.)