I went to the store this morning after my hearty breakfast, quite satisfied with myself. I strolled down the aisles, past the colorful packages, boxes and bottles. I reached the refrigerated aisles that I dread when I'm not wearing a jacket, and swiftly made my way through when all of the sudden, you caught my attention. God, you were everything I ever had ever wanted - that I had ever dreamed of. Blueberry yogurt: tart, yet sweet with real blueberries bits for character - just the way I like it. I can't pass on a good thing when I see it, and I quickly swooped you up. Throughout the bus ride home, I was bubbling with excitement. I was so anxious at the thought of having something so light and sweet after that heavy traditional English breakfast. I ran up six flights of stairs, threw my door open and grabbed a spoon. I carefully placed you on the table and gently peeled the top off. It was time. I looked down into you and saw the swirl of blueberry compote against the white yogurt. I swirled my spoon around slowly and got the perfect spoonful. The cool touch against my tongue sent chills throughout my body, and I was itching for more. As I reached down to scoop for more, I felt my heart sink. You were nearing empty. I felt the scratch of the metal against the plastic container, the empty clanging, and I felt betrayed. You told me you had 16 ounces - you said it was all for me. Guess that's just what you say to people, isn't it? You try and sell yourself to everyone you see, but I'm not falling for that anymore.
That's the last time I stop by the grocery store after breakfast.
