There are things to do while waiting for the appearance of an occasional late friend like popping into the nearest supermarket. I like grocery shopping and usually end up overstocking on toiletries or on food items just to fill up the sad-looking trolley, plus it is hard to deny the attraction of exotic-sounding cheese names or the pink-foiled packagings of the Rosé wine. There was this one day, I was determined not to spend a single cent on groceries since the week before, my coworkers and I spent an obscene two hundred and seventy dollars for a dinner held at Kai’s place but I have to admit, there was pure frivolity in the mix. We picked up a fifty dollars rock melon originating from…