I didn't mean to buy 263 watermelons.
I really didn't.
It wasn't meant to happen...but it just did.

My mum had assured me two months ago if I went to get the groceries over September and October, she would excuse me from all ten birthday parties that would follow until 2019. I really couldn't handle social interaction all that well so I agreed. I still remember how stupid my face looked as I beamed with joy that day and with tears daring to run down my pimply face. It was after school Friday, 26th October and I was about to line up for the self checkout right inside the Halloween decorated Woolies with a neatly stacked mountain of watermelons on the left. I decided to grab a watermelon to surprise the others at home. But the top watermelon was EUCH! So I took it off, popped it in the cart, then reached for the better looking one balancing it in my hand then I tried to pop the first one back onto the mountain.
And then it came crashing down. Each watermelon smouldering and staining the pristine white floor. All eyes were on me.
I was forced to buy all 263 without a word and with my head down, face burning bright red, I left the store.