Occassionally, there were days when Saoirse didn't have revolution and the oppression of the proletariat on her mind. Today was one of those days. Instead of angrily writing semi-shitty poetry about marxism like she usually did, she was actually just in the market, trying to finish the chore that was buying things. 

She wandered somewhat aimlessly through the street, looking for the things she intended to buy, so that she can get this over with and be able to do the things she actually wanted to do. There was little on her mind except that, and as such she was almost painfully inperceptive about things that did not immediately affect her current goals. With an inaudible sigh of frustration, Saoirse slowed down a bit, taking her precious time with walking.