martinimade

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

As your groceries come down the belt and I grab them one by one, I have just enough time to identify them before I slide them across the scanner. 

Three giant tubs of ice cream. 

Two liters of diet Pepsi.

A frozen capon. 

One finger of ginger, inexpertly torn from the hand and flopping around in a too-big bag.

Economy box of extra large condoms.

Cold cuts (extra rare roast beef) and a pint of potatoe salad, with potato still misspelled because Hal back in Deli is the reason we can’t have nice things.

Sixteen single-serving yogurt cups.

Sixteen cans of cat food.

Birthday candles.

Last, a tin of Altoids.

I judge you, silently. You say nothing and hand me a coupon, which has expired, pay for your groceries and leave. 

I grab the next item on the belt.

Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.