Fortified

I'm standing in the vitamin/mineral aisle in Loblaws, feeling slightly dizzy and confused by all of the identical bottles. I was searching for Iron supplements, because I think I'm iron deficient. I could see everything but the iron, but since everything looked the same I wasn't sure.

It reminded me of when I was younger, and Chiara, Angela and I would go to the mall. There was a nutrition store, in which a very nice looking guy worked there. We used to joke that one of us would go in, walk to him, and ask "I'm looking for vitamin z...do you have any? I'm vitamin z deficient!" just to talk to him.

I finally spot the bottle, and April and I head to the express line.

As I'm telling April that iron also helps in concentration and memory, I notice that I'm holding a bottle of zinc.

Memory indeed.