No, I’m not five. I’m a 21, almost 22, full adult female…practically.
The other day I went grocery shopping with my mom. I was excited about this. I get to pick the food that will be in the fridge, and I don’t have to pay for it! Also, I had not been to a grocery store in quite a while, so yay.
Naturally, I had to document the entire experience on snapchat. If we’re snapchat friends, you’ve seen it, if we’re not…@leximyyers. You won’t regret it. My story consist of super entertaining things like trips to the grocery store.
So I was snap-chatting away, taking pictures of spring rolls trying to escape their fate, and then my phone died. Horrible, I know. I look up and my mother is no where to be found. She’s disappeared. She’s been abducted. I have a cart full of groceries that I can’t pay for, and my phone’s dead. I look up and down the aisle, while some lady in this stupid checkered ball cap stares at me like I’m crazy, and I cannot find my mom. It’s scary when you’re five, and it will be scary always, at no point in life would it not be scary to lose your mother. I’m looking up and down every aisle, trying not to look as though I need help, because who wants to talk to the people that work there…no one. I’m panicking, but trying not to show it, looking for her. About 10 minutes pass with me looking like a sad child with watery eyes, and here she comes, running up to me holding a Keurig. We didn’t even buy the thing. It will take a while to recover from my traumatic experience before I go to the grocery store again.
I took a bus that day.