The Paper Shop

My sister and I went into The Paper Shop in search of an ice lolly, and came out with two newspapers, two magazines and a packet of Werther’s Originals Chocolate Caramels. Isn’t it always the way?
My sister had decided she wanted an ice cream (it was sticky, very warm, headache-​inducing weather, and she was slightly below par bless her), so spotting the ice cream sign on The Paper Shop’s window, I decided it may just be a good call to pop in and have a look (not sure what gave me that idea…). Once we were in, I got incredibly distracted by the newspaper section, and spent a good few minutes examining the plethora of papers. Meanwhile, my sticky sis was attempting to climb into the drinks fridge in order to cool herself down. Sometimes I pretend we aren’t related…
Refocusing on the job in hand, I pointed her in the direction of the ice-​cream counter, but was met with a reluctant smile, and a «well, I kinda wanted an ice lolly more than an ice-​cream» verbal explanation. Indecisive should be her middle name…
I then decided to examine the magazine section, which was pretty vast I must say, and pick up a few for the journey home. Noting that The Paper Shop was much more expansive than I had first realised, I spotted a huge card section too. However, today was not a greeting card day, so my attention was once again diverted back to the magazines.
Feeling somewhat satisfied with my reading load for the next while (and as an English graduate, I am utterly ashamed with myself, and hope the newspapers justify me in some way), I went to the till, only to be distracted for the third (or fourth? Eh, who knows) time that day by the Werther’s Originals Chocolate Caramels that I haven’t found anywhere for months. Ooooh excitement. Plus they were down to £1.49. Yes, this had indeed been a productive trip.
No ice lollies, but Morelli’s down the street had the curious ability to persuade my sister that she did actually want ice cream. Oooh man…