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.”
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.