━ @odxttec
There were few things he loved more than rummaging through the over-packed shelves of a grocery store, especially the one on ━ what was it again? Lincoln and...? He had become so accustomed to simply driving there without needing to consult directions that the streets had lost their names, and things were remembered as “That store near Jefferson’s Hardware” or “Just across from the MGM Casino,” although the latter really only came up when he was giving tourists information.
The wheel to his shopping cart jammed itself against the jutting corner of an end-cap display, the metal whining as it struggle to turn until the man pulled the cart back and shuffled around the oddly specific infant cream special.
Click, click, click.
The bottoms of dress shoes snapped heel-toe against the discolored linoleum floor, chipped around the edges of each tile, while some where marked with red lines as if to designate where repairs were to be made. Around the middle of he aisle, the man stopped before an array of various bottled and jarred sauces, all of which were relatively exotic in nature when compared to the other condiments typically found in an American grocer.
Finding what he desired, he reached out, obtaining the item only to find his gaze drift upwards, glass container brought to his chest as if for security.
Bright eyes were fixated on the overhead florescent that flickered, like the blip on a heart monitor of a patient slowly regaining strength, only to have it peter off for a moment, and once again spring back to life. His mouth hung slightly agape, eyes narrowed in slight as he moved to blindly place container of walnut sauce in his carriage before fishing in his pants pocket.
He produced a folded list, scribbled in his own handwriting with additions scrawled along the sides of the sheet. Reaching up, he plucked the pen from behind his ear, attention returning to the list as he scratched off a couple items, peering into his cart as if to double check.
