Peanut butter

There was peanut butter, so I grabbed it
Third aisle, next to the egg cups
The floor was hard
Luckily my pants were woolly

I should have grabbed celery sticks
Fingers would have to do
I think I washed them
I’m not sharing anyway

The packer looked at me in his blue uniform
He didn’t know what to say
Neither would I
We came to an agreement, he left

There was beeping
There were trolley’s rolling
There was a girl in a stroller
Crowded here, I thought