For years now I’ve passed the small Tide from the travel section. It’s better to buy the regular size, but it’s just so cute. I want one just because it’s adorable. That’s it. I know it’s a stereotype for girls to love cute things, but you only live once, so I carried that travel size bottle to the check out line with pride. I spent my money shamelessly, and made that  Tide bottle mine.

Every time my wallet told me not to buy this product I listened, but then this pandemic hit. I was traveling around the Connecticut valley. That part of Ansonia and Derby where you can’t remember which store is in which town, so you just call it Ansonia-Derby. At least that’s what I do as a Shelton resident. I was on the hunt for paper towel and a few other things. Target was out, and I was completely fine because I know there’s worse things in life. I continued to move through the aisles. This had been my biggest day out in awhile so I wanted to soak it all up. Eventually I landed in the travel section, with my eyes catching sight of that small Tide bottle, and all it’s 10 ounce glory. I made the decision then. I can’t spend my money on much else right now, so this Tide bottle had to be mine. I know I sound basic. I’m not fighting it. At least I feel fulfilled. That’s not even a joke. That’s a real social distancing life.

My story borders the line between funny and poor taste. People are actually getting sick and dying, yet I have chosen to fill your time with the tale of an average woman seeking Tide. A snapshot from the crazy life of Katelyn, that is stuck between my need to be sarcastic, and a hard place. That hard place being the part where I know a lot of people are sick, running out of money, and feeling like they’re in a scary Sci-fy movie. Although that last part would be better, because at least you know when the scary part of the movie ends.