Vons
In the summer I’ll be prattling away at my office, heavily engaged with a gigantic screen and so many spreadsheets, enduring blazing heat of which ceiling fans merely agitate. I’ll be cursing my birth and thinking of ways for the lazy to commit suicide when Cory will call or text me from Vons, likely in an all white outfit involving jeans and a v neck, all tan and hot and blond, perfect and drunk, at 12:30 pm on a Tuesday - because why the fuck not?