OK... Star Wars.
I went to pick up my CD. Blond-haired man. Had two covers. Me and him. Scared.

Toys R Us.

A line. A jedi woman pouring drinks. Stormtrooper employees.
Hundreds of people rooting through boxes like pigs. Toys like feces.
Employees dropping boxes across the floor, smelly people poring through them. Peeling boxes out of their padding.
Hundreds of dollars a purchase.
Boxes all over the floor.

I bought four figures. And went home.

It was sad, dirty, a bit disgusting. It felt necessary like a root canal or a bathroom wiping of the bottom.

I simultaneously enjoyed the moment and wanted these people away from me.

I feel like I've broken up with someone.