My mom is obsessed with gummy bears.
My mother has recently decided she loves gummy bears more than anything else in the world, and she buys bags and bags of the particular brand she likes (Black Forest, if anyone is wondering).
Yesterday I was on a walk and I stopped by our nearest grocery store and was going to buy myself some chapstick and a snack, but realized I’d left my debit card at home. So I was walking home dejectedly without my snack and my mom calls.
“Hey, are you at Ridleys?”
“Uh, no, I just left to come back, why?”
“Oh. I was hoping you could pick me up some gummy bears.”
“Sorry, I left my card at home and couldn’t get myself anything either.”
“Darn. When do they close?“
“Eleven, I think. You can go get your own gummy bears.”
So my mom and me and my sisters all hopped in the car at like 10:30 and went to the grocery store just to buy gummy bears, and then drove around the countryside blasting 90′s rock and snacking on them.
