“Here it comes.” “Now–”
“Hello?” “Hey Morris.” “Oh, hey!” “Can you do me a favour?” “Oh, I’m doing alright. Work is going as usual.” “Very funny.” “What’s up? “Could you grab something for dinner tonight? We have nothing in the fridge and I forgot to go to the grocery store last night.” “Not to be rude, but can’t you go? You work pretty well right beside a grocery store.” “I’ll be working late. Something happened.” “What?” “Nothing, just someone…fucked up is all. So I’ll be staying another hour or so, and by the time I get off work, I’ll just want to get the hell out and come home to a lovingly made dinner by my loving husband.” “Heh, okay Em. I’ll have dinner ready for seven, alright? If you’re late, I’ll wrap your plate in tin foil.” “Sounds good, thanks. I gotta go now.” “Alright. Bye.” “Bye.”
Morris found himself standing in the line of a grocery store’s checkout line for the first time in a long time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone shopping – it was always Em that did the shopping since there was a grocery store right down the street from where she worked. It felt strange standing in line. Something so banal, a routine task that drains the life out of some people, livened Morris, filling him with infantile wonder. It was the best part of his day; it was the only part of his day for all it mattered to him.
Eventually, we all fall in. Some stand at the edge, hesitant, unsure of when to fall into the swing of things. But eventually, they are given the needed push.