While shopping at the supermarket downstairs, my phone rang again. It was a message from Vin, asking why I hadn't gone back yet.
I replied, a bit annoyed. I said that I was at the supermarket downstairs buying groceries.
What a life! I worked hard all day just to pay rent to the landlord. After work, I still had to cook for the landlord's son.
Thinking about how bleak my life was, I decided to buy some snacks and reward myself after sending Vin off.
Ideal plans are always full, but life is complicated. Faced with a row of different flavored chips, I was torn. My empty wallet didn't allow me to grab everything, so I had to choose a few based on a moment's impulse.
Suddenly, someone appeared behind me. An arm brushed past my cheek and swept five or six bags of chips into my cart. Just as I was about to get angry, I heard a familiar male voice from behind.
"If you want to eat them, just buy them. I've seen you standing here for a long time," said Vin.
Hearing this made me even angrier. He was just a senior-year student who hadn't faced the harsh realities of life. He had no idea that snack freedom was a luxury in the world of low-wage workers.