Preserve the 80s

By the time I had finished my shower last night, the last bar of soap that I had had been whittled down to nothing. I thought of going out to buy some more, but decided I’d do it on my way to work in the morning. When morning came, I didn’t feel like getting up 7 minutes early to be able to fit the soap purchase into my morning schedule. I assumed I’d get it on my lunch break.

Around noon I was outside of Robert’s Food Center in Madison, putting up some flyers for the company I work for (www.soundcomputers.net). It was rather windy and it was tough to get the flyers to stop flapping enough to tape them down easily. I briefly thought of going into the store to get the soap but decided against it because I was getting off work at 2pm to go to a doctor’s appointment and I could just pick up the soap after I got out of there.

Time passed as did the doctor’s appointment. Upon leaving the office and getting into the car, I remembered that I was going grocery shopping later in the afternoon and decided I’d buy the soap then. After getting home and walking my dog and seeing that it was now half past five, I prepared to enter my car and go to Big Y and pick up the provisions I needed. Right about then, a friend of my now late grandparents dropped by. Nobody else was around but she stayed for quite a while, asking about my current activities and telling me I needed to get a real job. When she left, it was 8 o’clock and too late to go to Big Y.

Realizing I had to get to a closer grocery store but not wanting to go to Adams, I decided I’d go back to Robert’s Food Center. Upon arriving at Robert’s and dwelling a bit on the irony of the fact that I was there to buy the soap again, I looked around and noticed that somebody had removed all of the flyers I’d put up. After cursing out the unknown flyer remover, I selected a shopping cart and entered the store.

After finding some items for dinner, getting my cat her beloved whiskas temptations and getting a new tube of toothpaste, I felt I was forgetting something but shrugged it off and proceeded to the checkout counter, where my total was a miserably high $89.

About a half hour ago, I prepared to take a shower and when I reached for the soap, there was none to be found. I never bought the fucking soap. I used a nearby bottle of body wash, which was a vaguely uncomfortable thing to do for some reason. I’m going to try to go out and buy some soap tomorrow morning, but that’s what I said last night. Hopefully the cycle shan’t continue.