Future Nemesis

Being a girl, instinct tells me that learning how to shop for groceries is vital for future benefit when it comes to family welfare. The thing is, i hate it. . . I simply hate it. Goodness, I can see it now. Me -- walking around that zone of vegetables and cheese maybe with my husband or with one of my children.

Clouds fly in to cover the sun, and turn the sky towards darkness with tremors of thunder and lightning. Then a moment of silent weather gives us a chance to devise a clear plan. Before stepping out of the car, I tell my husband, "We've gone through this protocol so many times before, we can do this."
He replies, worried, "I know. I'll do my best."

"Just our luck. Its about to rain. Okay. . . we run on three. . . one, two. . . THREE!! Move move move!!"

After managing to get within the dreaded grocery store with a few cold dewdrops on our coats, we go on with the misson plan. I tell my husband, "Ok. . . We made it. . . So from here, we'll have to cover more ground. I'll take the west wing, and you take the east, and then we'll meet at the core."

He replies, "Roger that. . . Wait a minute. . ."
"What?"
"Where's the core?"
"The meat section."
"Gocha."

I go my separate way, look back, and see my dear cadet look at me with concern and worry. I assure him that I'd be fine and that I would definately pick the icecream he wanted. I bid him without a word, not even an "I love you." Weaknesses have no room in this battle.

i then trun a drift through the sharp turns made from aisles, avoiding any old lady blind enough to not see my huge feet in the way of her cart. I pass through so many household needs from cereal to electronic ekek, being tempted to buy so many things -- the horror. Finally, I see my husband in the distance, tired and yawning as he walks towards me with his arms wrapped around his cart. We made it to the core, got whatever else we needed, and payed.

I look at my watch. 2 hours and a sale. . . Not bad. As for injuries, just a few dead toes and forever-to-wash-off residue from shopping cart wheels. Not to mention the devastation of a lighter wallet. Nonetheless, Mission Accomplished.

Next week, I fight again.

14.5.07 05:20