Women and Chips

It all boiled down to this, a pivotal point in the transitioning of a young woman’s life. Did I want chips or dominoes?
The decision alone drove my lopsided smirk to fall further from its gracefulness, into a look of complete depression and a mood so black, that my soul may never experience the light again.
I’ll have to have a dominoes I suppose.
The seduction of 2 for the price of one on any large pizza was too much for the emptiness of my soul to bare.
I’m past caring if I’m honest.
I’ll have to get the nuggets as well
My soul was feeling particularly vast and oppressed today.
As a woman baring the scars of an evening wasted with friends, I felt I deserved it. I could be at home smoking a spliff and binging myself into an early onset of dementia with Netflix.
But instead I was invited down the fucking pub…
My only weakness.
How cruel is the conniving and calculating nature of these people.
They know I’d do anything for that first crisp sip of a white zinfandel after an agonising day spent away from the pub.
They may be the folly of my weakness but they are not the cause.
The cause is that I don’t think anyone has a clue what I’m saying.
So I suppose they are the cause.
I don’t know they’re probably all just jealous.
What? Where’s my pizza?
Banging on the glass counter demanding sustenance and sliding downward. The man behind the counter says something about holding up the Que. My surroundings come sliding back into awareness and I remember I have to pay.
Thaaaaaaaaanks.
I say jeeringly and with a flirtatious intonation in my voice.
I have to be one of the nicest peoples to have ever bought a pizza in the whole wide world ever.
Feeling emotionally elated with my sheer display of unity and politeness. I find a cosy corner by the door and sit on the floor there till my orders ready.
Humming joyfully on the floor by the door I come to realise that I’m lucky to live in a world where I can have the choice between pizza and chips. The thought washes over me like a warm blanket and I sink further into the tiles, blessed that soon I will be eating a pizza and that everything in the world will seem as right as it always should and that I won’t have to pay for a taxi because I can just call my dad.