I made a run to Target after work last night so that I could start making something more interesting than toast for dinner.
As I wandered the grocery section looking for inspiration, I came across two young men who were, to put it delicately, high school misfits (no judgments; I was a misfit too--still am). They were reeeeally awkward.
I ran into them again when they hit the beer section, where I heard one of the saddest exchanges I've heard in awhile (all said without a trace of irony or sarcasm):
Here's the most important aisle. The boooooooze!
Oh look! They have Busch!
Yeah, that shit is coooooool!
Sad, sad, sad.
And the saddest part? When I saw them again and looked into their cart, I saw that they had opted for a four-pack of wine coolers.
Not even cool enough for Busch beer.
Bless their little hearts.
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