I set a goal I'm bound to keep

Weeks back I set a goal. I haven't exactly met it. But, I did, yesterday, experience something entirely natural and new:

I went to the grocery store.

Don't be too disappointed. Macey's is, after all, my second home, and I day dream, on occasion, of meeting that special someone over intriguing conversation on how to select the most delightful fruit. Nectarines would be ideal. Nothing beats the satisfying slurpiness a perfected piece provides, except of course, being proposed to next to a three foot stack of 'em in the produce isle.

I'm not being entirely serious.

I went to the grocery store.

I went to the grocery store and picked out the nectarine I'm going to eat for lunch and wandered around the exterior of the place just to take it all in. I turned into the toothpaste isle--

A boy was standing there picking out a toothbrush. He turned to me and smiled. "Toothbrushes," he said. He shrugged his shoulders as if to confess, "You caught me."

I looked at him and smiled back.*

*For the sake of this entry ending on a dramatic, conclusive note, I will refrain from confessing that I am quite literally, not actually mute. I said something friendly to him!