I walk through the sterile aisles of the grocery store; preoccupied with the drama of the day. Cliched music plays overhead, as I walk casually, looking at assorted meats. I'm hungry. The temperature outside is balmy, but in here, it's late November. I walk aimlessly through the frozen foods, hopelessly lost in thought. I nervously jingle the change in my pocket, as I gaze at the magazines. I realize this place is a metaphor for my life, and I leave without a single item; still hungry... Just wasting time...