Lucy stepped into her tiny kitchen and began putting away the 17 dollars worth of groceries from the Lucky Charm Mini-mart near her apartment. It was always a gamble grocery shopping at the Lucky Charm; you never knew when the store would have fresh vegetables or just rotting heaps of things no longer recognizable. Remarkably the prices, though always varying, never appeared to reflect the quality of the produce but rather the particular mood of the store's owner.
Today's spoil included milk, carrots, lettuce, almonds, some sort of chutney to add to her collection and "damn!" Lucy swore. "I forgot the filters." Another week of carefully reusing her last coffee filter stretched out in front of her.
She sat down at her kitchen table and clipped open her laptop - why had she said that out loud? There was no one here but her. This thought, coupled with the muffled laughter coming through the walls of her apartment, guided Lucy's mouse arrow to the online dating site she'd been trying to avoid. On line dating had been nothing short of a disaster for Lucy. Amongst the few non-55 year old 5"4 men from Mississauga who consistently sent her pictures of themselves and their compact cars, had been Giles who'd been gay, Chris who'd also been gay, Dan the 24 year old asshole, Phil who had been married, and her latest disaster: Mick who'd broken her heart and sent her into a downward spiral of depression and binge drinking within 36 hours of meeting him.
She could see that her account, untouched for the past two weeks, had one new message waiting for her. She blinked several times, reading the tag line of the person over and over, it said "Do you have my Metallica T-shirt?"
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