Face wash and Soda- take 1

It's been awhile since I graced you with my delightful (well, I like to think so) presence...

I remember trying to a find a way out of the concrete jungle. It was the clinical-type of linear confusion that sticks in my mind the most. As I strolled down the aisles, the choice bombarded me, and, as usual, I gave up the search before my retail repertoire decided to slit its own wrist. I blindly stuck my hand out, reached for the nearest bottle and threw it (clunkety, clunk, clunk, clunk) into the shopping basket.

The overhead lights were making me nauseous- that, coupled with the snaking aisles- so I decided to make for the nearest aisle A-sap, (It's always intrigued me, when people say A-sap and not A,S,A,P) obviously paying for my lone item before doing so. So there I was, waiting in line, patiently, when a little, cute, munchkin of a child struck up a conversation with me. She pointed to my potential purchase and asked what I was holding. I looked into her beady eyes and retorted: "It's facewash, you want some?", to which she replied: " Mommy I want chok-lit!" Ahhh, love the furry critters...

As I proceeded to make my way to the exit, a voice boomed over the intercom: "Attention all shoppers. We are now closing, please make your way to the exit A-sap (there's that word again)." I picked up my pace (which isn't very much, considering my pint-sized legs) and that's when the lights went out. I fumbled around for a few minutes, but to no avail of exiting this shopping hell. I was trapped. I looked at the possibilities of having blacked out and awaking to a time delay which caused my current dilemma. The chances of that happening were slim-to-none...