I feel in love with a chemist

It had been raining all day and we'd been driving all day. And none of that was out of the ordinary, seemed our whole vacation was driving. We stopped for lunch, a little later than usual and had a hard time finding a place what was open. In the back seat, among the junk food wrappers, a couple of cd cases, coke bottles (the glass kind), sat a rough, and I mean rough, translation of The Canturbury Tales. Due to the time, lunch was going to be sandwiches from the counter and probably more coca-cola. I kept adding items as the chemist bagged them. 2 chicken salad sandwiches. 2 crisps. Rosewater lip balm. Liter of water. A St. Brigid's cross made from local willow. A pack of cherry mentholatum chewing gum (what was I thinking?). 2 bottles of elderflower syrup in fizzy water. We had our picnic in the car, in the rain, in a field where there were supposed to be burial mounds but there were none. We had driven 3 extra hours out of the way just to find them. We talked about how we missed our pets back home.