There were women with mullets,
overweight people riding those scooters,
middle--aged people wearing uniforms for jobs that only teenagers should do,
people whose faces have seen too much sun,
Mormon girls who scream, "I'm a Mormon girl trying too hard!"
and couples who either looked too in love, or not in love enough.
Then I realized that I was one of the sad-looking people at the grocery store. Because every few aisles, I would just stop and scrunch my face up. Because I haven't gone grocery shopping in weeks, I don't remember how to feed myself, and my life is in shambles.
Maybe the grocery store brings out the worst in us.