You put it all on the counter. 

In fact, you are eyeing one more purchase before they finish ringing you through. 

A ‘Kinder Egg?’ 

‘$17.28 Sir,’ the cashier says. 

Don’t look at what you bought, because none of it will make sense. 

Sour Keys. 

Chocolate milk. 

BBQ Peanuts. 

Swedish Berries. 

A chocolate bar, actually two chocolate bars because they were two for $3.33. 

A bag of red ‘NIBS.’ 

You went in to the store with such good intentions.

But the store was really good.

Really good for ‘junk.’

Too good.

You stand around out front. 

You are nine years old again, in front of your local candy store. 

Your mouth has a combination of things that should never be combined.

Then you look over at one of your friends, and they are biting into an ice cream sandwich.  

‘I forgot about the freezer,’ you think. 

So you go back in for some more ‘junk.’

…the ‘junk’ that makes riding so much fun. 

‘Your total is $17.28, Sir.’ 

Insert emoji wearing a chef’s hat here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’