Last week I was doing the dreaded grocery shopping on an average
Saturday morning. Whilst I used to enjoy
the experience of wandering along sizing up potential candidates of the food
kind to gain entry to my trolley, these days I just want to make a quick in and
out job of it. So, I was charging
through with list in hand, weaving in and out of all the other shopping zombies
hoping that I wouldn’t get in anyone’s way and that they wouldn’t get in mine.
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Still, I am a fascinated observer of people and their
behaviour and there’re a few things that stand out to me while I’m rampaging
like a mad woman through the food palace:
Some people get really aggressive.
It’s like they believe they’re the only
person that finds food shopping to be annoying and everybody else is having a
gay old time and trying to make them angrier.
I really want to say to these shunters and grunters ‘hey, you know we’re
not having a party here either, we’re just managing our attitudes way better
than you are arsehole’.
Mums and Dads with their kids look at me with contempt:
especially if I have a small trolley.
Their gaze and body language is like a loaded gun with a finger on the
trigger. I can’t blame them, they’re in
the supermarket with children – there really isn’t anything much less enjoyable, or more stressful. Anyway, as I freely saunter
past looking relaxed, with my tiny trolley, I feel them shoot daggers into my
back as if to scream ‘you don’t know what it’s like to have kids you bitch,
wait till you end up like this’. Jokes
on them, I’ve been there done that, and that’s why I’m so free and happy now!
One thing I do find hard to understand is why anyone would
do the groceries with their partner?! I mean it’s not like it’s a date, or an
enjoyable outing of any kind. Surely it
would be about as enjoyable as cleaning the toilet together-yuck. It seems like the couple’s grocery shopping
thing might be all about insecurity and control. The supermarket being such a great place to
pick people up, I’m not so sure.
I don’t think it’s
all in my head though when I come round the corner with my trolley and straight
into the path of an oncoming couple to find the woman glaring at me and the man
nervously looking at his feet. FFS! If
you’ve got to keep your Man on such a tight lead while you bark and snarl off
to the side you’ve got some serious problems.
If my husband was coming to the supermarket and wanted to run off with
some chick doing her groceries then she’d be the one getting a shitty deal (I
don’t mean he’s a dick head or a bad lover- he’s not) because she would have
hooked herself an unfaithful man and I’d be free of one.
But last week, last week, oh my, this one took the
cake! So there I was marching around the
supermarket and I’m in about the second aisle when I come across a forty to
fifty year old couple with their trolley.
I hear him ask her ‘what are you after – Kremelta- or something?’ and
she confirms that yes that’s what she’s after but that it’s probably not down
this aisle.
You see at the moment
everybody is confused as fuck at the supermarket because they’ve done that
super annoying strategy of changing everything around in order to make their
customers disoriented, and keep people wandering around in there for longer. In a situation like that a lot of people help
each other out by asking and directing each other to the products they’re
after. So I made a mental note that that
couple were looking for Kremelta so if I were to see it, I’d let them know.
I couldn’t remember what the woman looked like because the
guy had been the one right in front of me.
He had a red cap on, jeans and a t-shirt and sports jacket. He had the big, rounded, soft belly of a beer
swilling rugby loving kiwi guy. He also
had a quite dated looking big bushy salt and pepper moustache.
As I rounded the corner to the next aisle
there he was right in front of me, and he had just found the kremelta. I did what I thought was normal and smiled at
him.
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Well, he looked at me with contempt and anger for my freely
given smile, turned on his heel, made a beeline for his partner and planted a
big sloppy kiss on her face- right in front of me. As if that’s not kind of weird and creepy
enough he then turned and looked straight at me while he was pinching her on
the butt! Well, I guess he showed me
that I’ve got no chance with him!!!! What a shame, I was so looking forward to
kissing a bloody Neanderthal at the supermarket.
It strikes me that one could see all of this stupid market behaviour by watching a bunch of monkeys in the wild. This is domestic animal jungle activity, I should have started scratching myself and pretended to eat fleas I'd just harvested off my body. Or perhaps a guttural monkey scream would have been enough, I'm bloody good at those!
Alternatively I could have really fucked that guy over by bursting in to tears and saying 'but you promised that you wouldn't kiss her anymore, you said that you were just waiting for the right time, I can't believe I made love to you in the toilets here just last week'! Yeah, I'd love to see the look on that dick heads face if I had unleashed that shit on him.
Maybe I’ll just get a supermarket t-shirt made that reads:
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Hate shopping
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Married
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Got kids
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Just want to get my groceries done
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Not interested in your boyfriend
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Smiles are free – no strings attached.
Then everybody can just calm the fuck down and do their
bloody shopping!
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