I have about a jillion things I could write and tell you about. But my photos are not loaded off my camera…and it’s now late in the day…and I really just want to write to you.
Today I had one of “those” days. I guess it’s fitting, because it’s been a while since “that” kind of day tormented me. I’ve been off gallivanting around Cali with besties. The days I spent there were anything but “those” days. They were quite the opposite.
Then I came home.
Back to Practically Canada where things need to get done and I can just feel winter breathing down my back, about ready to pounce. Part of the home routine, as I’m sure you can imagine, is grocery shopping.
Have I ever told you that this is my all time least favorite chore in the world. I’d wash dishes for hours, I’d fold laundry for an eternity, I’d vacuum for days…just don’t make me go to the super market. I think this deep hatred is genetic. It’s very deep rooted. As a child my mom used to make me and Sis go the store with her, because she hated going alone. And what better use for children, than to coerce into participating in the pain of activities you loathe? I look forward to a day when I have kids…then I’ll make them be my misery-loves-company companions.
Then, when they get old enough I’ll do what Mom did to use: Send them to the store for me. Bahaha! Evil genius plan hatching now.
Why do I hate it? Ughh. Seriously? You have to ask? What is to like? First of all, it’s always colder than a witch’s tit in there. Even if it’s 10 degrees outside, they will still run the AC. I can never find everything. Every store in the world is organized differently, just to confuse the poor people trying to keep their cupboards stocked. Lemon juice? Oh no…it’s not with the fruit, or the juice. It’s down in aisle 17 by the salsa.
Come again?!
This literally happened to me today. “Body wash? Hmmm. That’s actually not over here.” {We were standing in the hygiene/beauty/lotion/toothpaste/razor/shampoo aisle}. “It’s over in aisle 7 between insecticides and dish soap.”
Okay. Come on out Ashton. This has got to be super-market-punked.
And here’s another reason why the grocery store is the worst. Math. You better not go while you’re brain is lagging because you need to be a mathlete to shop here. I don’t like throwing my money away, so it becomes a big game of “What’s the Best Deal.” Finding the best deal is easy…just look at the price. Divide by the number of ounces to get price per ounce. Compare that around. But don’t forget to take coupons in to account. Oh yeah, and remember that the cheapest might also taste like cardboard, so spending a little more on something more quality is worth it. Then look at the ingredients. If it’s healthier for you, it’s going to cost more…so remember this variable too. Just account for all these variables, then redivide to come up with the best deal for you. Then move on to the next item you need and repeat the process.
They really should call it a math store. I hate math.
There are so many, many reasons I hate the grocery store. Another one is awkward moments. Like my moment today with the clerk who showed me where to find the body wash. Or how about this one. Have you ever ran into someone you know at the store? Probably. It’s all good and pleasant until you realize that you are going to cross each other in every aisle as you weave your way from apples to Wheat Thins. Then it’s just awkward…at least for me because I’m an awkward person.
Do you say “Hi” again? Or just keep walking? Smile an awkward nervous smile, or bring up the blinders for the task at hand?
At the end of it all, I wish I could do all my shopping on Super Market Sweep. I would run through the aisle, willie nillie…not giving two poops about math and cost and running in to acquaintances. Then at the end of it all, instead of paying way too much and wishing I was one of those super couponers, I’d get prizes.
Yeah. I’d like it to be more like that.
Amy
PS…what is your least favorite mundane, must-do activity? I’d love to hear about it…even if it’s just to make myself feel better about hating the market so much.
