By Dan Rice
Ding.
I check my phone. My parents’ Costco list.
Store run time. Gear up, can’t forget my mask.
My four-year-old waylays me.
“Baba, I wanna go shopping!”
“You can’t, son.”
“Why?”
“Coronavirus. Sorry.”
The roads are almost empty, but the parking lot isn’t.
A sign out front lists all the goods out-of-stock. TP out? You bet.
Like a prehistoric hunter, I risk my life to keep the tribe fed. My frustration mounting, I stalk the aisles. I concede the hunt with only half the list fulfilled. Still, my masked parents are grateful.
Another two weeks until I risk the hunt again.
I especially liked the first part of the story. The words in the short sentences effectively conveyed the hurry you were in and the seriousness of the situation.
So true. This hunter does pickup/curbside only.