Wednesday, September 26, 2007
$29 Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Both working late, last night, Clint and I agreed: Let's keep dinner simple. Grilled cheese & soup. I'd run to the grocery store.
If Clint had run for grilled cheese and soup ingredients, he' d have purchased a loaf of white bread, a package of Kraft slices, and can of Campbells. It would have taken him 7 minutes, and he'd have gotten change back from a $5 bill.
My run into SuperWalmart went as such: wheat bread (I hate white bread). "Gourmet" cheese. Baby swiss. Does he like baby swiss? I don't know yet, I'll get gourmet cheddar too. A red onion. A few roma tomatoes. Chicken and sausage gumbo. How hungry is he? I'll get 2 cans, just in case. Martini glasses, 2 for $4?! Ok, sure. I'm out of hand lotion. V8 sounds good. How about fresh fruit for dessert, a nectarine and 2 kiwi's. At the check-out lane: Dove dark chocolates. I haven't had chocolate in a long time.
I fancy myself as someone that hates to shop. I hate it, hate-hate-hate it. And yet, I'm a bit compulsive, in a grocery store.
Or Walgreens! Get ye behind me, Satan! I run in there to pick up my Mother's Rx, and with all good intentions, keep my eyes to the floor. "Do NOT look up," I tell myself, knowing that a 2-pak of Thermos-brand travel mugs, and an end-cap of jar candles are dying for me to make eye contact with them.
The pharmacy's in the back of the store. They planned that, those evil marketers. One of two things will happen, at the pharmacy.
(1) The Rx will be ready, and I'll pay for it and avert my eyes back to the front of the store, out into the parking lot, victorious.
Or, (2) the prescription will "be ready in a few minutes," and I will innocently reply "Yes. Ok, I'll browse until you call my name." 5 minutes later, I'll tote back a box of dryer sheets and a new bottle of fingernail polish, a bottle of Mocha Frappucino, some heel-softening cream, another tube of Carmex because I can't find mine, and box of L'Oreal, 9-1/2B Light Ash Blond. And I'll schlepp back through the store, $30 poorer and shaking my head: How did this happen, again?
I have no explanation.
Because I hate to shop. Really. I hate malls, I hate outlet malls, I hate Walmart, I hate grocery stores, and I hate clothing stores. I mean it now, I hate it.
Well, except for IKEA. And Trader Joe's.
Oh, by the way, Di and I are heading up to Schaumberg on Saturday, to go to those two places.
Anybody need anything?