I need a beer
I was standing in line at the local grocery store today, feeling old and un-cool. In front of me stood a boy (really, a boy. He had curly hair and the rosy cheeks and everything) with a cart that was filled, filled to the brim with beer. There were at least 5 cases of 30-can, horrible generic beer in his cart, overflowing the sides and poking out from the bottom. And one package of those ever-so-distinct red dixie cups. No chips, no hamburger patties, no bread. Just beer and cups - right down to business, so to speak. The boy behind me had a cart full of gatorade and water. They chatted about one thing or another around me, and I assumed I had interrupted their assembly line of beer and hangover cures, and i felt a bit foolish. I mean, it was 9 o'clock at night on a Monday, and here I was, without the common decency of a college student to have at least a six pack of Bud Light or something.
My entire purchase consisted of a carton of strawberry ice cream (for J), a carton of chocolate ice cream (for me) and a package of Claritin (for the boy I live with that sneezes from morning to night). I remember the days when beer used to be the main purchase of all grocery store runs. I remember being a flip cup champion and being "one" with the red dixie cup...but those days are here no longer. If this grocery run wasn't a clear indication that I'm no longer an undergrad, I don't know what would be.
