It really hasn’t been a good week for me. It kicked off with a romping headache that hung around for the best part of 24hrs….which I only got relief from when I was able to lie down and have a nap. As soon as I stood up, the world would start spinning and I’d feel like my head was going to explode. My solution to this, after pain killers failed woefully, was to simply continue to sleep the day away. I must have needed it because the following day, the headache was gone and all was well in my little corner of the world.

I blame Channel Ten. For the first half of the year, we’re tormented with Big Brother. Then because it is an Olympic year, we get crappy repeats because they feel they can’t compete with the Olympic coverage by Channel Seven. Then to kick us while we’re down, they bring back Australian Idol to see if they can make our ears bleed for seven nights a week. And if you think you can just change the channel and not watch TV, think again. Chances are your neighbours are Idol addicts and will happily compensate for the lack of noise from your house by turning up their own set.

But I digress. Tonight I faced facts and acknowledged that I really did have to go to the supermarket after putting it off for at least three weeks. I was cranky when I got there because the radio station I was listening to in the car was playing some kind of “so you didn’t make the Idol cut” show and was playing all sorts of woeful singing of people who thought they were really good. Because apparently when you are completely tone deaf, you aren’t capable of realising just how abominable you truly sound. Starting out a huge grocery shop cranky sets the tone for the entire experience really….because it just got worse from there.

The first four shopping trolleys I pulled out had missing wheels (yes, completely missing instead of merely dodgy like the rest of them).

I must have had bad hair or something because all these people kept looking at my head, then ducking their eyes if I made eye contact. I was beginning to think I had a bug in my hair, or maybe a massive streak of lip gloss across my cheek. Of course, that might purely be my own paranoia too.

I seemed to constantly be trying to out trolley a little old lady who was walking slower than 2cm a minute. I would whiz around her in one aisle, only to be mysteriously behind her again in the next aisle.

Someone’s toddler decided that I needed all sorts of weird Asian groceries and other random items from the shelf and I didn’t realise until the end of the aisle.

They didn’t have my favourite brand of hot chocolate….so I had to end up trying another. Being a bit of a creature of habit, I’m a bit dubious about this but hey, I did get a free Napoleon lip gloss.

But the final straw came when I hit the baking aisle and a pack of White Wings Double Choc Babycakes caught my eye. And while I’m not quite as obsessed with cupcakes as Leigh, but I really did have to have them. They do look pretty tempting….especially when you’re a packet cook like I am. There was only one box left and so I grabbed it off the shelf, a few milliseconds before someone else also reached in for the same box. I had it in my hot little hands and went to put it in my trolley but then the other person grabbed hold and wouldn’t let go.

I couldn’t believe I was squabbling with another lady (who looked to be twice my age) over a packet mix of cupcakes. For crying out loud, I can’t cook that well and I need all the help I can get when it comes to making cute little cupcakes. Any other day, I would probably have let it go and then just continued to stalk the offender making comments about how jolly obnoxious certain people are, before getting over it by scoring some other find in the next aisle.

But today, I was not going to relent. I kept a firm grip of that packet like it was a gold brick and wouldn’t let go. I couldn’t care less how much the other person wanted them because I knew that I was holding the trump card. After she had said how much she really needed them, I said a few magic words…..

“I have really bad PMT right now.” She let go pretty much instantly - SCORE!

August 28th, 2008 | Category: Ramblings |  Print This Post |  Email This Post | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL