Saturday Morning with Tilda (OPEN).
Who: Tilda and YOU!
What: I’m bored, so come and play with Tilda
Where: Grocery store, canned goods aisle.
When: Saturday Morning
Open? Yes!

Tilda’s mind really wasn’t on the task at hand. She felt as though she was bordering on hung-over; her bones felt sore, her mind was sluggish, and her reaction time was only very fair to middling. For both her own safety and the safety of the good people of Boston, she probably should have remained at home in bed for the rest of the day, but she hadn’t. She was standing in the middle of the canned goods section, seemingly making a heavy decision about chicken and corn soup.

Upon closer inspection, one could note that the blonde woman really didn’t care much about soup, her sunglasses covered up the most obvious evidence pointing towards the fact that she was nodding off. She had been leaning against her shopping trolley while she had waiting for a gaggle of Mothers to clear the aisle so that she could get through. Tilda had gotten a little to comfortable, now that the Mothers had cleared off, she was herself, in turn blocking the aisle.