Grumpy

I hate big shops on Saturdays
almost one hour walking 
the supermarket aisles 
to fill the fridge for the week
only surpassed by the real feat 
of the long march in every visit to Ikea

driving the way back home
with the music quite loud
I forget to switch off the indicators 
when I realise, I feel as having 
a huge light up sign on the car
"an asshole arrives"
here I am, my incompetence exposed

my worst enemy receives his favorite food