The More Store Saved My Life
March 09, 2020
- Photo by: Katie Lamar
Written by: Winnie Richardconsigny
It’s 12:30 in the morning, I just got out of a 3 1/2 hour poetry workshop, and I still haven’t eaten dinner. It has been weeks since I went grocery shopping, so my current dinner options are a tie between freezer-burnt mango sorbet and half a container of hummus. I contemplate ordering Domino’s, but at this point there’s no chance it’ll be here before 3 a.m. I’m standing outside the Humanities building feeling the pit growing in my stomach, spector images of a hot dinner flitting back and forth before my eyes. My hope is seeping away with each passing minute. Until, suddenly, glittering in the corner of my vision, a single fluorescent light calls out to me. I turn and there in the night, like the light that guides the lost vessel to the shore, glows the windows of the More Store. How could I have forgotten? My night is saved.
Moving slowly up and down the aisles of the More Store, I survey my field of options. I could make a fried rice bowl with some avocado, keep it simple with pasta and meat sauce, or maybe I’ll go for a granola and yogurt situation (maybe with a banana?). In the end, I leave with a buffalo chicken wrap, a strawberry milkshake, and a bag of coffee for the morning. It’s almost 1:00 a.m and I’m not in the mood to cook. The More Store saved my sorry life that night, but I would be lying if I said that was an infrequent occurrence. The More Store has been there for me when I have bad breath and desperately need gum before a meeting, every time my apartment is out of toilet paper, when I impulsively decided to dye all of my hair green in my freshman year, even the time my car broke down on my way upstate and I needed jumper cables! No matter your situation, no matter the time, you’ll find something to help you out in the More Store. Seriously.