Middle Age Soccer Mom

As we were, sitting in a corner watching and listening as the store slowly came to life, my thoughts begin to wander as I daydream of what my life could soon turn out to be. The soft padding of sneakers breaks me out of my thoughts as they make their way down the aisle, one of her carts wheels squeaking like they always do with her muttering under her breath in annoyance at it. Her shadow passes by, then stops and slowly backtracks, her voice low as she continues to talk to herself. "...why not? It's been awhile since I've had some fun since Steph accidentally broke the last one by putting it down the garbage disposal....what length should I get this time... four inches was fun and discreet last time but lacking to reach the inner depths and ten inches I couldn't take it anywhere..." Suddenly, I feel my box shifting around, getting lifted up as the face a pretty middle age woman looks down at me. The bags under her eyes tell me she probably has kids, her tiredness almost seeping into as I feel her eagerness for anything other than wiping snot and cooking dino nuggets. "Six inches sounds nice...."with that, she give me a toss and I slam into her cart among food and clothing items as she continues on with her shopping. A few more items get dropped in as she finishes up, her long toned legs going down to her stylish but old sneakers taking her towards the register and checking out. I get a brief look of a bored teenager before I get shoved into a bag and then back into the cart. The ride out the car was a jolting ride, the small wheels rough on the asphalt.