So I make a weekly trip to the grocery store like most of America. I loathe grocery shopping. You put the item in the cart, take it out, put in on the register, put it in the bag, you load the bags in the cart, push to the car, put the bags in the car, take them out of the car, carry them in the house, take the food out and put it in your pantry. I move the same item a gazillion times! But I know it has to be done, so I try to be effiecient.
I prepare all week. I have a system. The list is on the refridgerator door. We make notes of things we ran out of or extras we would like to have. I go through the ads and find the price matches. Yes, I’m that lady you don’t want to get behind so say, “That is .99 a pound at…” I place all the price matches together in my cart and on the register belt to make it easier. I presort my groceries by food, non-food, cans, boxes, cold, fruits, vegs, chips, and bread to make it easier for the poor person I’m going to inflict my massive haul on. Oh, and I use recyclable bags, so I’m that lady too.
What I hate most about grocery shopping is that no matter how well you prepare, you always miss something. Sometimes it was in your head, but not on the list, you run out of something important the minute you get home, you forgot a birthday or occassion, or something breaks. Whatever the case, I find the mid-week trip back to the store usually creates a fairly embarrassing situation, because the two random things you go back to get are always an odd combition. Today is case in point….
Thursdays I make hamburgers for my family. There is usually always a sporting practice of some kind on Thursday night and hamburgers is something I can make and whoever is out can eat it when they get home. I looked in the fridge this morning and I did not have hamburger to make patties. I almost always have hamburger, so I didn’t get any. Apparently there is NOT an endless supply of hamburger that magically appears in my freezer. Then my husband sends this text…”Need toilet seat for the downstairs bathroom”. I don’t even want to know why we need a new toilet seat.
So now I’m going to be that lady. That lady with the uncomfortable with hamburger and a toilet seat in the check out today. I’ll be that lady the checkout girl talks about in the break room…. “And then this lady came through with hamburger and a toilet seat!” Lucky me!
What is your funniest check out combination?