The first store led to the second.
The second led to the third.
And before I knew it, we had somehow turned into one of those extreme couponing survival families that stored canned beans under their beds and talked about government conspiracies online.
But what was getting to me the most?
I hated how effective they were.
Chenghai and Zhenlan moved through the stores like they had been doing this their entire lives. There was nothing random about what they grabbed either. Medicine. Batteries. Water filters. Camping fuel. Flashlights. Multi-tools. Portable stoves. First aid supplies.
Useful things.
Boring things.
I mean, can you believe that not even one single bag of chips had entered their cart yet?!?
That's black coffee with no milk or sugar psychotic behavior there. Who didn't want the finer things in life?
Like sugar?!
The outdoor supply store turned out to be even worse.
