The Last Grocery(Part 2 of the short story collection)

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 The Last Grocery


     Disclaimer: During the times of Coronavirus, people have been stocking up on groceries and household items galore. This is the story of an all-out battle between two mothers for one of the most sought-out items of all: toilet paper. This story is told from the perspective of one of the moms.

     Where was it?! I was frantically ravaging through the aisles, pushing the trolley in my hands with all of my might like it was a go-cart. I needed to find it. Finding this object would mean my family would be forever sanitary, forever out of the deadly grips of this virus, this plague, or so I heard. Finally, I came across an aisle, one amongst the numerous aisles that existed in Costco, and gasped in glory. I had finally found it. The key to ending this madness, to forever redeeming my body of this corrupt virus. One roll of toilet paper lay in the epicenter of this barren aisle. However, another lady, a mother no doubt, had also seen the object, and she dwelled on the other end of the aisle. Our eyes locked on to each others and we clenched our fists, a symbol of war. Only one of us was going to walk away from here with the toilet paper, and both of us were prepared to sacrifice everything we had for it. Suddenly, she dashed forward, rushing to get her grip on the sacred object. However, I used to be a professional at track and run, and I made it first, tackling the roll like it was a football. Success! However, as I got up, the other mother snatched the roll from my hands and made a mad dash for her trolley. Not on my watch. I rapidly removed my sneakers, and slid them along the floor. The woman, unaware of the torpedoes I sent towards her, got caught in my shoes and fell to the ground, leaving the sacred object for the taking. Hurriedly, I grabbed it and moved forward, but she caught my leg between hers and sent me flailing. By now, a few people had crowded the aisles and were watching the mad struggle for toilet paper between us two moms. Several times, other customers tried taking the sacred objects, but one quick glare from the two of us quickly scared them into fleeing. Finally, when things started getting ugly, the store manager rounded up my fellow paper-seeker and I and kicked us out of the store, never to reap in the glory of the sacred object ever again. Woebegone, we trudged out of the parking lot, while the manager unloaded an entirely new batch of toilet paper into the aisles.


Moral: Sharing is caring; don’t fight for resources.



Stay tuned for part 3.... A Royal Battle

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