10

I walk into the Dollar General Store. 

The one I walk past nearly every work day.

The one with the clear scent of despair begging you to come inside and share.

I walk in.

I go to the refrigerator and grab a glass bottle of something.  Snapple, I think.  Lemon Tea.  I actually kinda like Snapple Lemon Tea.

I take it to the back of the store near the diapers.

I pour the entire contents on the floor so they seep under the shelf and into the next aisle. 

I go the back corner and smash the bottle on the ground.

No one comes back to the back and I slip into the far aisle, two away from where the spill is.

I browse near the candy.  I like candy.

I grab a glass jar of Planters Peanuts.  Nuts go great with tea. 

I walk to the middle section.  Near the cokes.  Or, some people may call them sodas or pop or whatever. 

I dump the full contents of a jar of peanuts onto the stack of cokes.  Then, I take the empty jar back to the back, opposite corner, and smash it.  I can still see the shards of glass in the dimly lit corner on the other side. 

I walk toward the front.  I pick up a bag of pretzel M&Ms.  And then another bottle of Snapple Lemon Tea.  I pay for the items with a $20 bill and hand 37 cents to the guy standing near the line of people who just needs 50 cents, he says, to buy his lunch.  Now, he just needs 13 cents. 

I walk out of the store and smile.  I have always wanted to be destructive.  I've dreamed of walking in and tearing everything down in a grocery store or dollar general store.  This was more clandestine.  Black ops, I guess.  I've wondered what would happen.  Would they ask me to leave? Would they call the police? 

These are the thoughts that wander around in my head as I walk.  My life full of a good-paying job and a comfortable home and ample time to consider things like how I can be destructive at the crappy downtown store.

I can't seem to figure out what to do with all the ideas in my mind.  Should I write them down? Or act on them? Or leave them alone until a later time. 

Tomorrow I will go back to the Dollar General Store.  I'll buy a Lemon Tea and keep eating on the pretzel M&Ms I purchased today and left in my desk drawer.

That will be the highlight of my day.  The rest is really unreportable.  Unremarkable.  And I will go on.  Another day, another week.  The next year.  Perhaps in 3 months or 3 years, I"ll be similarly destructive.  Or, so busy with activity I won't have the time to devise such schemes. 

For now, I'll smile inside each day when I visit ... or even pass ... the Dollar General store downtown.