Eureka! I finally discovered an antidote to survive one of my most distasteful duties.
I despise doing the monthly grocery shopping. It’s up there with cooking and driving. I derive no joy from the obligation; and along with the emotional drain, even Elle Vietjie is left traumatised and empty.
But since there’s no-one else to do the dastardly deed, I decided yesterday afternoon that I was no longer going to view it a waste of time. I considered all the factors contributing to my dislike and I’ll slowly but surely found a solution.
1. Noise. Between the trolleys clanging against each other attempting an overtake in the narrow pasta aisle, and squeaky wheels echoing in the frozen goods section. Not to mention the brats [not mine, they know better] nagging and whining at the checkout counter for a chocolate or sweet of some sort from the frazzled mommy.
2. The chance of running into someone you know. I know I claim not to give a damn about anyone’s opinion of me; but I’m really not all that comfortable holding up two boxes of tampons, comparing their absorbency whilst having to greet one of Angel’s teachers – male – who is walking past to get to the shaving cream. No, it hasn’t happened to me yet, but this is me we’re talking about so it’s bound to occur.
3. It’s not only embarrassing moments I wish to obliterate; but also the social element. I’m really not interested that you’re spending Christmas in. Ballito as I am concentrating on comparing the R/kg’s on the golden syrup. (The yummy one the 940kg green and silver tin with a lion.)
So those are the main issues I face; noise and interaction, whereas I need peace and quiet to tend to the tenuous task at hand. Much like work with Boss Lady barking out her demands; the Receptionist screeching something or other across the office; and BL’s dogs literally barking in our office [now I know where she gets it from].
Music is what gets me through my day at work. Seriously, if it weren’t for the blissful distraction of my secret crush on Gareth with music played all day long I’d have gone mad. Madder.
So when I arrived at Pick n Pay yesterday afternoon I plugged Star’s pair of white earphones into my BB and blasted Wrecking Ball. Loud and on repeat. Peace. Joy. Tra la la la la.
I spotted the mother of one of Angel’s friends who resides in the complex. He was the bully that chased Angel with a knife a few years and then whom Star and his crew ganged up on. They’re good friends now; I give him a lift home from school in the afternoon and he supplies us with series and movies.
I smiled and continued walking past her, jingling the cord of the earphones to show that my ears were otherwise occupied.
She took no heed and approached me, chabbering away before I’d even had the chance to remove the ear pieces and swing them over my shoulder. Don’t worry, I won’t bore you with the conversation. I don’t even recall most of it.
After making my hasty getaway and having completed the dry grocery shopping; I headed to the cleaning and detergents aisle. I was about four fifth’s of the way through, almost there, you can do it Harmony! When who came whizzing past me.
One of Star’s crew members. At whose house my son was at when I left home earlier after dropping off the purchases I made at the little grocery store – next door to my ex bottle store but where I still frequent to visit the staff especially one of the owners to indulge in a bit of banter and innocent flirting.
Don’t get your knickers in a knot, there’s nothing much to report here. I’ve been smiling and batting my eyelids at him for years, and in my drinking days I would kick-start the weekend with a (free) drink with him.
This afternoon he was outside the grocery store [his cousin owns it] next door, power hosing the folding door rails. I happened to park right behind him so when I alighted I asked if he was offering to wash my car. He smiled brightly and said that naturally he would wash it. I waved with a divaish toodle and went inside to buy a months worth of meat for the kids.
Whilst one of the staff members took my bags to my car [yes, I have that service] I walked into the bottle store to chat with the owner who was now leaning against an empty beer keg, again with the grin; in no way lecherous or creepy, I must add, just very friendly and openly.
Anyway, enough letting out my secrets; back to the shopping.
At first I was irritated at having to take out the earphones again for needless small talk with mother and son; and then a great realisation dawned on me. If they were there in the store, Star was obviously not at their place. And if he wasn’t at their place, then it stands to reason that he was at home, which meant that there was a someone strong to carry the packets in from the car. At the store I tip a car guard for the privilege, but at home it’s always a gamble as to whether Star is home or not.
Fortunately there were no further incidents of unwanted social interactions and I was left in peace to purchase a few large slabs of Top Deck chocolate as reward for the crappy few weeks I’ve had.
Star was indeed home and he not only retrieved all the parcels from the boot of the Feisty Fiesta, but he also took it upon himself to unpack all the groceries into the kitchen cupboards while I sat on the couch, put my feet up onto the coffee table and nibbled on my much deserved choccie.
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