AN: I'll make this short. I re-wrote this, I hope it sounds better. If there are any grammatical errors, I apologize. Mistakes are my own.

It was another Monday.

I started walking downtown.

Mondays were meant for the market. The weekends were insanely busy. I swear. It becomes so crowded you can hardly move.

Kids grab my hand thinking I'm their mom. Seniors ask me for the vegetable aisle when they're right in front of it. Rowdy boys push each other that one of them ends up jabbing my ribs. Gossiping girls take their time walking, making the line have mini traffic.

If I ever want to survive a day in the grocery I must never, ever, go on the weekends.

The weekdays are most logical time to go. Fridays are full of college kids re-stocking for a party that would most likely send the police coming for public disturbance or end up having a party that will end on Saturday. My after school hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays are filled with my extra-curricular activities.

And Monday just sounds too poetic for me to pass up.

The afternoons are relatively empty. Stay home moms mostly come in the morning.

Monday afternoons were meant for the grocery.

I walked inside greeting the guard on the way in.

"Good Afternoon, Frank," I said smiling.

"Happy Monday, Amy," he answers back. He is one of the people who know about my logic behind Monday afternoons.

I managed to get a routine by now.

First I'd go to the vegetable aisle. It doesn't take too long; there are only a handful of vegetables that Dan is willing to eat.

Second, I'd go to the meat and dairy.

After that I would roam around for a couple of minutes to look of anything that catches my fancy.

That system usually works out for me.

After I got everything I needed I went to the check-out counter. I went straight to the third lane. You get this strange discount. It was a loyalty thing. Go to the same lane get a dollar off.

It was a pretty desperate thing but money was something that doesn't come easy.

Bills pile up and there is only so much Nellie can pay for.

There was a guy already there.

I looked at the other check-out points. There were about three to five people on the other lanes.

I shrugged to myself. I get a discount plus there is only one person in front of me.

Short line, almost non-existent really, and a discount.

Couldn't this day get any better?

A big win for me.

10 minutes later. . .

I was wrong.

Good Heavens, I was so wrong!

It was taking forever!

I was looking at my watch. I have been waiting in line for more than five minutes!

He must have been flirting with the cashier. I've been here for long. She was a pretty girl, he must be trying to get her attention.

I looked at him. I mean a really good look at him. Not the peripheral view or the "I'm-looking-behind-you-so-I-see-your-profile" type of view.

He was handsome, very handsome.

His eyes, smirk, and everything seemed to scream "Look at me."

I came to the conclusion that the cashier was flirting with him.

My eyes roamed around until I saw what he was buying. There were literally about a hundred pieces of kisses, Hersey's kisses.

I know, I counted them.

I could say the reason why it took so long was because he was buying so much chocolate.

Then again she didn't have to punch in the price a hundred times and adding it. The wonders of the computer and the multiplication sign.

I stand by my last statement.

Cashier to lover boy, not lover boy to cashier.

This will take forever.

My only happiness at this moment was that I had discount.

I contemplated earlier if I could move to another lane but I didn't have much in my wallet. I lacked a dollar.

I am desperate for this discount.