rshort1202

I’m in a grocery store, in the refrigerated section. I’m looking through a shelf of books that happen to be in one of these fridges. They seem arranged alphabetically and I seem unphased by their being in a fridge. It seems like I have some time off and am searching the rows for books on my list. I find two, each a thick (~800 pages) book of approximately the same size. There’s a smaller, thicker copy of one, but I put it back because it’s a 20% off brand new and not used like the other. It has a white cover and I think it’s a fiction book about Yosemite. I flip through it and decide I like the writing. I now grab a package of chicken and find it to be sticky, so I put it back and wipe my hands on my pants. I go up to a counter and ask the guy for a few of the chicken wings. He asks if I’m going to pay for them, which annoys me.