I’m getting squirrely, guys.

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It’s like we’re involved in a heist,

But no one concedes we’re all in the know.

We sneak out, masks engaged, stealthily start the car,

Back out the driveway, creep past the guards,

Who give the side-eye, discreet nod.

Down the street, avoiding eye contact

With other drivers, who furtively turn down a different road.

Destination in sight,

Slide into the parking space.

Now we must show our true courage.

In through the door,

Eyes locked on target.

Eggs, milk, chicken.

PERSON!

About face, six feet,

More effective than laser beams.

Still gotta get those crackers,

Bread, veggies, throw in some fruit.

Yes, the cookies are essential.

Now it’s a break for the exit.

Scan, pack, wave the magic card over the machine.

Gingerly take bags from the register.

And go, go, go!

Back in the car,

Bags in the back,

Heart pumping from a successful mission,

Screeching around the corner towards home,

In through the gate,

Run the bags inside.

SAFE.

But.

In the excitement.

We forgot.

Toilet Paper.