There's nothing but shit out there tonight. I go to the grocery store after work to buy whiskey and bologna and there's a homeless guy that stinks of vinegar bent over, like 90 degrees, over a case of packaged fish. He's smelling it all. But how can he smell anything past his stench? Then this woman in black, wearing black sunglasses and dragging a suitcase with a broken wheel keeps yelling "fucking married people!" I thought that maybe I was just hearing part of a conversation and she was talking on her bluetooth. She stops in the middle of the aisle that has pudding in it and pushes her hair behind her ears. No bluetooth. She does some yoga pose and says "why can't they just fuck off". I grab a can of turkey chili and move on. The vinegar guy is now hovering over the hot dogs. He picks up one package and shakes his head in disgust. He puts down that pack of hot dogs and picks up another. He looks at it and then shakes his head in disgust. He does this the entire time that I realize that all I want is alcohol, so I put the turkey chili back and grab a bottle of whiskey. I walk over the self-checkout. The weird woman is standing over a self-checkout register waving her hand over it, back and forth, back and forth, still talking to no one, but this time saying that "Merlin was a dope". I buy my whiskey and before I leave the store, I look over at the lottery scratch off machine. "Maybe all this weirdness is telling you to buy a lottery ticket", I think. Then I think, everyday is fucking weirdness and I never win. There's a man standing behind a display of dying Christmas-themed plants and flowers staring at me.