4 - He’s Just a Poor Boy, or: You Could Blame This on Anyone if You Really Wanted to

George stacked the empty crates back in the truck and hopped off the bed.

“George! Your joints.” Charla chastised.

“Like Lacrosse doesn’t do any worse.” He rolled his eyes.

“You’d think teenagers have a eye-rolling quota the way you act.” She quipped.

3 - The Grocery Store as Times Square, or: You Will Bump Into Everyone You Want to Eventually

Tad stopped in front of the freezer of organic and gluten-free and vegan boxes, his hands already carrying lactose-free milk and rice crackers. The cheese was not organic, or lactose-free, just a generic cheddar. From his left came a scuffed step, and the freezer door slid open. A cleric collared man, only a little younger than tad, pulled corn-free jalapeño poppers out and added them to a nearly empty basket.