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When you opened your fridge, You saw little to no food inside. So what better option than to go grocery shopping?

So here you are, filling your basket with whatever you thought looked tasty and edible, keeping a track of what you have put inside so far.

Then, you suddenly remembered what you craved all day. Chocolate milk! Whats better than Chocolate milk after a long, tiring day? Well, more Chocolate milk.

reaching the dairy section, you were about to get your slimy little hands on the oh so craved, godly Chocolate milk, and then you heard someone whinning in the same section. Another whiny kid thats not getting what he wants? Ughh..

well, atleast thats what you thought. Turning around, you saw a guy wearing an ushanka, holding a list of groceries in hand and a phone in the other.

"Momm... I cant find the almond milk.." he speaks into his phone, presumably sending a voice message, or being on a call.

He looked lost, to say the least. He had a couple things in his basket already. Stuff that he himself looks like he wouldnt pick out on his own will. I mean, look at him.

he looks like he would stuff his face with muffins, or something.. Not to mention, he looks like he has a few crumbs of food on his face..