A Day at the Market

I went grocery shopping today. This is a time when I'm not working, paying attention to anything at all, and my mind is able to wander freely. Here are some thoughts that entered my head, and a few of the many dilemmas that I always encounter.

Danimal's yogurt was the first item I bought on price cut. Two eight-packs for five dollars. Does that mean that one is only two-fifty? It says normal price is three-thirteen. Is this all a ruse to get me to buy two when really I only need one for sweet, sweet savings?

Grocery shopping on a limited budget of both time and money is a horrible experience on many levels.

What is it about the closed-mouth tight-lipped smile that everyone dishes out like free samples in the grocery store. There is nothing as certain in the world as the fact that you will receive AND hand out this expression when you get in someone's way with your cart.

OK, maybe one thing is as certain. The old people moving slowly through the aisle asking themselves "How much dairy is too much dairy?"

I actually found myself holding two three packs of Irish Spring soap (also a price cut) asking "should I get 'Icy Blast' or 'Sport?' Well, its winter, so I guess Icy Blast would be more appropriate."

After checking out, I checked my receipt. It turns out that the single bottle of barbecue sauce I bought on price cut (3 for $3) was in fact only $1. Damn you Cub, and your clever ruse.