So, I was doing a little grocery shopping at the corner store because, even though it's more expensive, it's two blocks away and open until 2 a.m. I eat the cost difference and consider it serious time saved. It's fine. Whatever.
In my little hand basket were high-protein dry cat food, I Luv My Cat cans of wet food, pepper jack cheese, TP, paper towels, cat litter, grapefruit juice and sparkling wine for Midnight Mimosas*. While I was unloading all this stuff onto the counter this a young woman with streaks of blue in her hair that looked like it had been cut with a butter knife entered the corner store.
"Hey man, you gotta meet new girlfriend. She's rad. She rad, you're going to love her." She was talking to the guy behind the counter who began ringing up my things. "I got a new honey."
"That's what life is all about," the clerk offered. She clapped loudly in approval.
"Got some Fresh Step there." She poked at the bag of litter. "I have a kitty, too. You should get her the natural stuff."
"I usually do, this is just for in-between. It's 2 a.m. on a Saturday night," I said, though I don't know why.
"It's not 2 a.m., it's 12:30, but it feels like 2 a.m. It's been a long week."
The clerk gathered up my purchases, and I pulled two handled bags off the counter.
"Oh, one more thing," the guy behind the counter wagged nearly-forgotten paper towels at me and began to put them in a third bag.
"No, I'm good," and stretched my hand out to take them and stuff them into the two bags he'd already handed me.
The girl with the blue hair poked at the paper towels.
"I see you got all natural paper towels." She spoke loudly not to me or to the cashier. "Yeah, she's got it." I never made eye contact with the girl with the blue hair.
"She doesn't want to waste any more plastic," she spoke for me.
*My new Saturday night tradition. I close every Saturday night and am too amped up to go too sleep until well after 3 or 4 a.m., so I ease into slumber with a couple of Midnight Mimosas. Then I write blog posts.