Today was my first time going to Cousin's, our neighborhood supermarket. On 5th & Berks, Cousin's is a nice bike ride away, made lovelier by the fall morning weather.
I found some of the things I needed, including vegetable oil, wheat bread, and black beans, but no Nutella. As I made my way down the cleaning supplies aisle towards the register, I noticed something strange: a tiny bird hopping from one dish soap to another as if trying to decide between them. "Hi! What are you doing here?" and then it flew away to what I think may have been the cookie aisle. Rude ass bird.
What did you want with soap anyway? And why didn't you take me with you?
1 comment:
that was a beautiful story.
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