Winco

I have become one of the many crazies who wander the busy aisles of Winco. I realized this yesterday as I was shopping for groceries. I came specifically to purchase dried fruit, but was faced with a problem when I reached the dried fruit aisle. To my disappointment, the dried apples were discolored and the container with dried mangos was missing a lid, exposing all of the fruit within. Being the extreme germ-a- phobe that I am, this caused me to rethink my decision to purchase dried fruit. However, I did not want to be a picky shopper, after all I was at Winco to accommodate to my small budget. So I decided to analyze the situation to determine if the fruit was in fact tampered with and therefore inedible or if I was just being paranoid. I rotated between the apples and mangos for a good 5 minutes trying to reach my conclusion, it was then that I realized the delusional state I had entered. You see, all of my analyzing was not done vocally because my voice was occupied by my constant singing of the chorus I had stuck in my head. So there I was, wandering between the dried apples and mangos (which is a 4 foot distance), singing the same chorus over and over again, with a confused and worried expression on my face. I was no longer one of the few at Winco who consider themselves above all of the weirdo’s, and yes I admit that I once thought that way, I was now one with the weirdo's. No longer determined to stick out because of my pride, I will now fade into the crazy crowd at Winco and continue shopping because I cannot afford to shop at Safeway.