A young couple got on the street in front of me, heading to the beach. She was wearing a red swimsuit, bra and thong, and nothing else. Perfect nonchalant body caring a beach tote on her shoulder. I slowed down to give them space and crossed the road to the store. The parking lot was full with cars slowly going in and out like old snails. I called myself blessed to have a designated parking spot a hundred feet from there and not freak out looking for parking every time I had to drive across the bridge.
I passed by the bunches of sunflowers placed at the entrance and caught the price with the corner of my eye, $5,99. Almost double I used to pay at another store. The guy by the fried chicken area greeted me.
I could have some chicken.
“Hi, ” I greeted him back. “What are the deals?”
He opened his arms in a wide move. “Today we have 8 pieces for $5. Otherwise you will get 4 for $4, 8 for $8 or the meal, 2 pieces and 2 sides for $7.”
“May I get 2 pieces only?”
He puckered his lips, “I’m afraid not.”
“Let me have a small container of broccoli salad, then.”
“Are you new in town?” he asked with a smile.
“In this area, yes.”
“If you don’t live too far from us, drop by during the day for last-minute sales. You’ll find good treasures.”
I thanked him, grabbed a plastic fork from the counter and went to the register to pay. An elderly guy got there a split of a second after me. I saw him frowning.
“Are you in a hurry?” I asked making room for him to go ahead.
He shook his head and relaxed.
“Not anymore.” And let me be first.
“You are smart,” I added and continued. “Actually, you are wise.”