I'm an adult though. I drive over to the market. I spend about half an hour staring at nothing near the front of the store in my black quicksilver t-shirt. Then I snap out of it and grab a hand basket. I make way around the different aisles, managing to mostly buy junk and not actual food. Peanut butter Oreos. Near the delicatessen a white man in a baseball cap tailgates me, stalking me. I have to maneuver to the wine section to avoid him. He has a little daughter of about three to four years old. Very strange.
Hmmm, a Thai restaurant with a plethora of well-dressed clientele. I awkwardly weave through their packed arrangement in my overly casual get-up. I exit on the other side, where there is a sprawling yet desolate cyberpunk shopping district. This steel-lined distraction is not what I'm looking for. However, I notice that the restaurant is multiple stories, and I see several classy diners enjoying their meals through the windows. I repeat my awkward foray across the dining tables and start jogging again.