These Prices Are Outrageous

These prices are outrageous! I yell, leaving the store. I cannot slam the door on my way out, but I want to. Where are the groceries? My husband asks. He is sitting in the car, waiting. “It’s way too expensive here!” I tell him. Drive to another store. In silence, we drive across town. I am horrified to see that these prices are worse than the others. We are going to another store, I tell him. In a few hours we have returned to the first store, empty-handed. I run in and my cart is waiting for me, with all of my stuff inside. “We knew you’d be back!” the manager tells me. He gives me a cherry wave. I go through this every Wednesday.