My Monday Night

In the brightly lit and colorful aisle of a Met Market, I labor for far too long in choosing between Florida's Natural and Tropicana Grapefruit juice while holding a basket weighed down by a week's provisions - pears, cheese, pasta, cold cuts, milk, plum tomatoes, honey wheat bread - and inadvertently bopping my head to a song whose chorus repeats "birthday sex" over and over and over again.