Supermarket Sweep
On Thursday night Betty and I carted a mammoth trolley with an uncooperative front wheel on the weekly supermarket shop.
Seven minutes past the initial fruit and veggie section, a little girl confronted Betty and I with her beanie buddies Elmo and Rosemetta (i.e. the Sesame Street clan). She proceeded to follow us to the meat section and introduced us to her beanie friends, and after 20 minutes of pretend conversation with two tight-lipped beanie buddies, we made haste when the little girl jammed Elmo and Rosemetta together in a lip lock claiming that they were “good” friends.
We were in such a hurry to give the beanies privacy we forgot to pick up the diced lamb. We agreed to hide in isle 5 for a few minutes and then make our way back to the meat section. This time, an older man with an offending Hawaiian un-buttoned shirt greeted us with an “eehhhhh girrlllllsss…”. This saw Betty and I hustle as fast as humanly possible.
10 minutes later in isle 3, Mr. Hawaiian-shirt proceeded to leave his trolley at the end of the isle to approach us to ask us how we were. As we ignored him, and walked past his trolley, Betty decied to take Mr. Hawaiian’s man-bag out of his abandoned trolley and relocated it on the third shelf in isle 4. That’ll lean him.
In the cold section, I was picking out Betty no-fat super slim plastic flavoured cheese when i heard a familiar voice saying “this is Elmo”, in slow motion I dived for the cheese, bolted for the trolley and Betty successfully managed a 3 point-turn as we sprinted for the checkout. I never realized that grocery shopping could be such an ordeal.
Seven minutes past the initial fruit and veggie section, a little girl confronted Betty and I with her beanie buddies Elmo and Rosemetta (i.e. the Sesame Street clan). She proceeded to follow us to the meat section and introduced us to her beanie friends, and after 20 minutes of pretend conversation with two tight-lipped beanie buddies, we made haste when the little girl jammed Elmo and Rosemetta together in a lip lock claiming that they were “good” friends.
We were in such a hurry to give the beanies privacy we forgot to pick up the diced lamb. We agreed to hide in isle 5 for a few minutes and then make our way back to the meat section. This time, an older man with an offending Hawaiian un-buttoned shirt greeted us with an “eehhhhh girrlllllsss…”. This saw Betty and I hustle as fast as humanly possible.
10 minutes later in isle 3, Mr. Hawaiian-shirt proceeded to leave his trolley at the end of the isle to approach us to ask us how we were. As we ignored him, and walked past his trolley, Betty decied to take Mr. Hawaiian’s man-bag out of his abandoned trolley and relocated it on the third shelf in isle 4. That’ll lean him.
In the cold section, I was picking out Betty no-fat super slim plastic flavoured cheese when i heard a familiar voice saying “this is Elmo”, in slow motion I dived for the cheese, bolted for the trolley and Betty successfully managed a 3 point-turn as we sprinted for the checkout. I never realized that grocery shopping could be such an ordeal.
posted by lil_lamies @ 5:57 PM
4 Comments:
HAHAHA.
got me laughing literally out loud.
sounds so twilight zone! =D
Betty you hide his bag?!?! *looks at you without saying anything* yes you know the look!
Emily, take your judgment somewhere else, it is not welcomed at the table of friendship
who's judging?? I'm just looking at you.
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