Grocery shopping was not Xen’s favorite chore, and she wasn’t the best shopper. She always tried to move with efficiency, checking off items from each section before moving to the next, but inevitably she’d miss something, or remember something not on her list, and ended up floating around the store like a dandelion seed caught in an updraft. Finding another sale, she stood in front of pasta sauce for 15 minutes, trying to decide between the garlic and the basil with herbs, eventually grabbing 5 of each. She forgot to buy pasta.
The second text vibrated in her back pocket after she’d unloaded most of her cart onto the belt in the checkout lane. [Get the deodorant?] Jareth’s text asked, once she finished unloading the cart and checked her phone. Whoops. She’d been snagged by the blackberries and forgot all about the deodorant. Again. [Yup.] She texted back. She’d stop at the drugstore.
She drove right past the drug store, belting out Hamilton lyrics with the stereo.