Day 113: Tales Of Best Friends Revealing They Screwed You Over

I looked down at the hideous red, plastic shopping basket and counted the number of items I had. 

Two dips, three assortments of crackers, a baguette and a handful of deli meats. It was more than enough for the four of us tonight; I thought. 

Perhaps I needed something more significant, too. 

A quiche?

As the thought of what aisle the quiches were in entere…