It was supposed to be so easy. And yet, the store-like maze (calling it a maze-like store would give the wrong connotations) confounded him at every turn. Milk, eggs, flour. That’s all he needed. That’s what he was sent here to get. And yet, they eluded him.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a half-remembered tidbit floated around about milk being purposefully placed way in the back to ensure that customers had to walk past everything else. As he, yet again, found himself in the bird seed and bike paraphernalia aisle, he doubted that anything was on purpose here. But he had made a promise to go get the things, and so he tried once more.