I climbed into the monstrous mini van made only for the spoiled and rich armed with twenty dollars. I sat down. Squishy seats. Putting the key in the ignition to start up the radio the bad music hums quietly behind me and my heart breaks. Fiddling, fiddling, finally...rap music. *sigh* better than whatever was on before I guess.
I pull out of the drive way with a hunger inside me so strong I feel the cringe of my stomach shrivling up inside my pudgy body. Driving, paying no heed to the world around. Just driving without thought. My realization comes back when I arrive at my sanctuary. The light. The only one who truly knows the love I need. My sanctuary. My provider.
Target.
I bustle inside quickly for the sooner I leave the store the sooner i can eat my purchases. Super Target goes above and beyond super Walmart in many ways and my favorite way is their nice stock of sushi. Have you ever seen sushi inhabiting the aisles of Super Walmart? Nor have I my friend. Nor have I. My stomache runs to the sushi section of the grocery side of the store dragging the rest of my body with. The woman just stands there. She bows over the sushi with a hunger in her eyes looking for more of her favorite combo.
Wretch. Go away. No one cares about your food. Move. I must get my sushi. Your sushi is gone little Asian woman. Leave.
Excuse me. Do you have anymore of the combo pack with california rolls? do you have anymore in back
Shes lingers over the stand. She does not step aside. She does not see me. She does not care that i will die without it. I hate your accent
The chef makes it fresh daily so whats out there is all we got.

Oh, ok.
DIG DIG DIG DIG

RUMMAGE. Do not stop looking lady. Please, by all means take all day.
Staring with the fire of hell burning within the pupils of my eyes at her I politely reach into the stand over her scrawny little arms and politely squeal out with the preppiest of tones
Excuse me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She does not notice. The response is nothing. Only digging and digging. Rummage on sushi fiend. Rummage on.
I swoop up the veggi califoria rolls like an owl to a mouse and fly to the checkout line.
Oh, how i lie. I cannot deny the chocolate rasberry godiva pint of ice cream. I can not tell a lie to you. I did. I grabbed that too.
The line lasted hours. 5:57pm the cell phone told me with a laughter in his voice. He makes me mad sometimes. I can do nothing but stand. I stare at the gum. Gum is overrated. Breathmints are much cooler. I stare at the gift cards. Holograms. nice. my feet hurt. this mission has been tough. I dunno if I can make it. Its just too much to handle.
Hi there. How are you doing tonite? This be all for ya?
6:00pm
oh, nevermind then
The rewards of operation Target have been sweet on the grand scale of things for the belly no longer lingers in the back of my mind whispering orders. The provider has provided and the wretch has been defeated.