She can barely keep her eyes open and tries not to swerve or doze off. Five AM will come quickly, but keeps adding to the list of to-dos in her head: finish some homework, input a couple more invoices for work and still has to pick up diapers. Wal-Mart is the only store open on her way home from the University.
How is the Wal-Mart parking lot full at 10:00 PM? She parks as close as she can get to the building, right next to the exit. Dodging cars and panhandlers, she finally makes it into the dreaded store. A man who walked in just ahead of her offers her a cart, but she politely declines.
“No thanks, just need diapers.” The mother-student looks for the off brand and sees every size except the size she needs. She grabs a pack of over priced size four Huggies and heads to check out. A Diet Dr. Pepper calls to her from the sliding refrigerator in front of the conveyer and she looks up to surprisingly see her cart-man friend.
“You weren’t kidding, just diapers, huh? Can you hold my place for a sec?”
“Sure,” she tries to say with a smile.
There is a lady in front of him with an overflowing basket. He dashes off and returns just in time for his items to be rung up. Sweat pants, basket ball shorts, a package of socks, and condoms.