Shopping

Why did he come into town on a Saturday morning?
It was Twat Central. There were hundreds, thousands, millions of them and every one of them was walking in the opposite direction to him.
He fought through the advancing crowd and made it to the supermarket.
It was hardly any better in there. The walking dead meandered in front of him and stared open-mouthed at random items they probably didn't want or need.
The things he needed, however, were not there. Gaps on shelves where they should have been told him he should have got there much earlier, which was no consolation.
He returned home empty-handed and with a brain tumour headache brewing behind his eyes.