Much earlier this evening, I went into Pet Smart. First I opted not to get a shopping cart. Then I was briefly distracted by Parakeets. When I finally got to the cat section, I knew exactly what I needed to get but still had to give a good prolonged stare down every aisle. Finally, I picked up a huge bag of cat litter and another huge bag of cat food. Because I had decided I didn’t need a shopping cart, I struggled with them piled up in my arms all the way to registers. I waited in line behind people with small items in their hands who just stared at me. A register opened and I threw my shit on the counter and rifled through my purse looking for my debit card but instead pulling out an empty Gatorade bottle, a piece of an old cookie, notes from my therapist and a Death Grips CD case I accidentally klepto’d out of my friends car. I was rapid fire apologizing as I did this. At the last moment, I realized my debit card was in my wallet the whole time. The cashier actually laughed. I turned, said to her “I live like this everyday”, paid for my stuff, piled the bags up in my arms again and stumbled right out the door and through the parking lot.