Who: Morphine and Johnny Reb Where: A grocery store When: Monday morning What: Grocery shopping and unexpected encounters Warnings: Typical Johnny warnings as well as possible mentions of drug use/addiction
Grocery shopping was a woman's job. A man could go to the store and pick up the necessities --liquor, cigarettes, meat-- but to pore over produce and compare prices and coupons and brands was for a woman to do. It was as simple as that.
So it was with no small amount of displeasure that Johnny found himself pushing a shopping cart through the small grocery store near his apartment, list in hand. Evan had made him a painfully detailed list of what they needed, and periodically Johnny would pick this paper up and look at it so closely that he nearly ran his cart into displays several times. Half the shit on the list he'd never even heard of, much less bought and then ate. But he'd wanted to do something useful. Evan was off at the studio all day working, and while Johnny did have his GED prep class a few days a week, he still had a lot of free time and now that Columbia was providing him some money he didn't need to worry much about a job. Doing the shopping was the least he could do.
He had a cart full of dog food, nonperishables, and enough meat to feed six men for two weeks, but his shopping wasn't yet finished. There was one last thing on the list, and it was this last item that had Johnny hopelessly confused. He stood in front of the produce section, frowning at the array of fruits. "What the hell is a pomegranate, and why do I need to be buyin' a half dozen of 'em?" he grumbled to himself. It didn't help that the signage in this store was subpar, so to somebody who had never seen or eaten half of the items displayed they were all nameless oddities.