“Or am I a man with conviction?” Johnny said, standing in the aisle of a supermarket store, a box of Cheerios in one hand and a box of Rice Krispies in the other.
This was the third grocery store Johnny had been to that day. He had gone first to Sal’s, but while standing in the produce section, he suddenly remembered he had a coupon for Joe’s. Leaving a cart full of pineapples in the middle of the aisle, he rushed over to Joe’s, only to get an email that Ally’s was having a 50% sale on multi-grain bread. So, of course, he had to go to Ally’s.
That was where he currently was, debating between Cheerios and Rice Krispies.
“You see,” he said, “Cheerios have so much nutritional value. But Rice Krispies have that crunch- that crunch, you know. I don’t know. Or do I?”
Finding himself struggling, Johnny thought he should phone a friend to see if they could help.
“I’ll call Annabeth,” he said, “Or should I call Simon? Annabeth is always eating healthy, so she would give nutritionally sound advice. But she’s always busy, so she might not pick up. And if she does, she might hang up before she gives me an answer. But Simon’s not as smart as Annabeth, so if I call him, he might make the wrong decision. Wait. Wait- what if I’m looking at this from the wrong angle? What if I shouldn’t be eating cereal for breakfast at all?”
Johnny’s musings were interrupted by a loud ding from his pocket.
“Look at that,” he said, “The library just emailed me to say they have the book I put on hold. Does that mean I have to pick it up now? Now? At this moment? Should I leave the grocery store without checking out? No, I shouldn’t do that. Someone might come and buy all the Cheerios. Or would they buy all the Rice Krispies? But what if someone steals my book while I’m at the grocery store? What if the library closes down? Oh dear, oh dear-”
“May I help you?” asked a grocery store attendant.
“No, I’m fine- or am I? No, I think- it seems I’m having a bout of indecision, but it will pass shortly, I’m sure. Am I sure? Maybe I could use some help. No, no, but I am an adult, I don’t- am I? Am I really an adult? I’m an adult in age, but emotionally? Excuse me, sir, do you think I am an adult?”
The attendant was quite stunned at this question, and did not know what to say.
“Never mind, never mind,” Johnny said, “You probably wouldn’t know the answer anyway. I’ll just go, or stay, I don’t know. I really don’t know. Or do I?”