Eight People in a Supermarket

I walk into a store

And there could be eight people in that store

One of them got there--

Let’s say this is a supermarket, okay?
It’s a supermarket

So one of them got there

--One of the eight

Got there thirty minutes ago

Really taking her time

Enjoying her, uh, time

At the market

The second one got there

Ten minutes ago

Maybe in a bit of a rush

But not really

The third person got there

Eight minutes ago

But has nothing to do

For the rest of the day

And really likes food shopping

But, like, isn’t going to space it out

Just for the hell of it

And let’s say I’m in there

Let’s say those three people are in there first

And then I’m in there

For about twenty minutes

And during that twenty minutes

The other five people come in

At varying times

And that’ll get us to eight

Even though that wasn’t what I originally--

I was going in a different direction

But that would take too long

So let’s just go with this instead

Eight people in the market

Three there before me at varying times

Five after me at varying times

And me

And one cashier

Only one

Just one

Okay?

Got it?

Now

I can promise you

Promise you

That when I am ready to check out

And go to that one cashier

Every other person in that market

Will also decide

To check out

All of them

Heading--at quite a clip

No matter how much

They might or might not

Like being at the market

They will race to that cashier

And most, if not all of them,

Will beat me there

And that’s how I know

There’s no god

That, in fact,

Is how I know

That there is

Whatever the opposite

Of god is

Floating around

In the Universe

Because no matter what happens

I wind up being in a store with eight people

Who all decide

Almost conspiratorially

To make my day

As shitty as possible

And that happens ALL the time

In traffic

At the mall

Entering and exiting

Literally

Any building

People seem determined

To slow me down

At all costs

And it is infuriating

And I guess people

Happy people

Probably don’t notice it?

They just sort of wind up

Getting everywhere later

Than they would like

And chalk it up to

The way of the world

But I--me

I know what’s going on

I know that it’s an anti-god

Conspiring against me

And that’s why I don’t see any point engaging

That’s why I don’t see any reason

To be a part of the world

Because the world just wants

To make me late

And hold me up

And hold me back

And I need is milk

And Oreos

That’s it

Why does that have to be

So hard