Other People’s Carts

July 30, 2009

Last night I was at the supermarket buying some groceries for dinner. I bought fish (the namorado, as I mentioned in my last post–it was terribly mediocre, but Scott was a good sport), and some wine, and the ingredients for guacamole and corn on the cob.

In front of me on line were two girls, a little younger than me, maybe college-aged (we’re pretending that’s only a little younger). They bought two liter-sized bottles of Coca-Cola, a packet of sliced cheese, a packet of sliced meat, a jar of Nutella, and a bag of dinner rolls. I’m not sure why this struck me–except maybe that’s exactly the kind of dinner I would be having if I was here by myself, or if I were writing a story about girls living on their own for the first time. I pictured their small apartment, with maybe only one real bedroom and one room carved out of the service area. I pictured piled up magazines that they spent the majority of their dinner money on. I bet they had damp bikinis hanging on the handles of the bathroom doors and little pots of lipgloss on the kitchen table along with their school books. Maybe there was a tapestry hanging on the wall, like the kind you buy on the beach here, and a quickly swept tiled floor like ours.

It’s always interesting to see what people put in their grocery carts, and sometimes even more interesting here since some of the cartons and packets and bottles are filled with totally perplexing substances. I liked where these girls were going, liked picturing ending their feast with swigs of Coke out of the bottle and spoonfuls of Nutella.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: