Wednesday
My uncle and I made a trip to Westpoint in search for supplies for Adam’s stay. From the supermarket was the usual sort of thing. Meat. Veggies. A lot of Coke. That’s basically and that Adam and I require to survive for a few days.
My uncle wanted to get some pest control stuff from Big W. There was a strange smell out the front of the shop near the escalators. It smelled almost like someone had crapped themselves, removed their pants, rolled it all up into one disgusting bundle and hid it in the vents somewhere. It was this really strange lingering smell. Everywhere but nowhere at the same time, like the air had actually turned against us.
Inside the store, my uncle expected me to lead the way to the gardening/outdoor section even though he knew perfectly well where it was, and had even picked out the poison he wanted to buy before today. Conversely I expected him to lead the way, so we proceeded in a disjointed awkward shuffle, me trying to look cool and him trying to be kind and sincere.
I stepped into the middle of a pathway and felt a pram wheel bump into my heel. It took me a moment to realise what had happened. Taking a step in front of the pram so I could clear myself out, I mumbled a clumsy apology. But a second later I heard someone say, “Oh, that’s okay. Don’t be nice. Don’t say sorry.” This too, took a moment to register, but once it did, I spent a great many more moments mulling over it and trying to hide my red face.
Worse still was that I think my uncle took it upon himself to apologise for me.
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