I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts

Music blared from Garrett's headphones as he rode his cart down the aisle to pick up some more knockoff Frosted Flakes. He slammed his feet down, murmuring along to the music as the cart screeched to a halt. The box was haphazardly thrown into the cart along with his usual collection of aspirin, mac and cheese, peanut butter, and protein shakes. That morning he'd opened up his cupboards to be met with two slices of bread and some old cereal he'd forgotten about, therefore turning this day into grocery day. It just added onto the mountain of chores he had to do.

Bottles and plates surrounded the couch he typically slept on, to the point where he knew he should clean up. His Impala had recently been driven off-road during an outing with friends, and mud stained the silver paint, so his baby needed to be washed. And he was being told to go to health services by his friends, due to the rather sad look of his wrist. It was one botched flip off a wall, but now his right wrist was nasty mix of black and blue, and was currently being held in a store-bought brace.

Well, for the time being he had his music and the calming atmosphere of the grocery store. He rounded the next corner, looking for some oranges for future breakfasts, only to be met with a mountain of apples crashing to the ground. Tilting his head to the side, he slowly moved his headphones down around his neck before kneeling down next to the woman who he could only assume had caused it. "Well... how bout them apples?" He reached for one, inspecting it before grabbing another and returning them to their rightful place on the stand.