Good Organization, or How Beef Becomes Pork

I was looking for coffee, and walked to the center of the shopping market. I picked up some fruit on my way. I got confused between organic bananas and normal bananas, overripe bananas and brown bananas. None of the bananas were yellow. I got espresso, not coffee, at the end of an aisle. I walked back to buy bread. A woman was throwing buns from one container into the next. They looked more like pretzels. I put one bun in a bag, walked away, then walked back and took three more. A woman was speaking English on her cell phone. I took two little packages of liver paté. I wandered into the wine section. I realized my basket was too heavy and walked back to the front of the store to get a cart but then found one on the way. How lucky, I thought. That’s good organization. I put the basket in my cart and wheeled it to the wine section, taking a jar of pasta sauce and a package of salami on the way. The same woman from before was now speaking Hungarian to her friend. I put two cans of two different non-alcoholic beers in my cart, then two more bottles, then two bottles of regular dark beer, then put two cans back of non-alcoholic beer and got a bottle of Hungarian red wine. I took a carton of grapefruit juice. I put some cookies in my basket, then put them back. I wandered back to the dairy section, got one individual yogurt, two sour creams, one kefir, then three more individual yogurts, then exchanged two of those yogurts for a big one, and put back one sour cream. I passed the cookie aisle again, and took a cheaper brand. I found some frozen chicken wings in bags. I put them in my cart. I wanted to leave now. But I needed a head of lettuce. There was no lettuce. I was lost. There was a special on mozzarella. I hadn’t bought enough, I thought. I looked a long time at a pre-made chicken sandwich. I wandered over to the meat section, and stared at the meat. It looked like beef. But it could have been pork.