A Trip to the Supermarket – Part 2
[image error]‘Let’s go to the organic store that just opened at the corner,’ I eagerly suggest to my housemate.
She stares blankly as a response.
‘Pretty please. They were closing last time I walked past. Thinking about it is disrupting my sleep.’
‘Aha… ok then. But that’s not what I was referring to when I said let’s go grab a drink,you know!’
‘They have an amazing selection of organic teas.’
‘Again, that’s not what I meant! I’m dragging you tomorrow to Barney’s for a cocktail! You owe me one.’
‘Ok. Fine…let’s go.’
Five minutes later we’re at the veggie delirium and I feel like I’m hyperventilating. Everywhere I turn I’m welcomed by the comforting shade of green. Spinach, kale, something I don’t know the name of, and something else I also don’t know the name of, tempt me into aromatherapy of fresh! This is like some utopian …
‘Omg, they have meat in here!’ My housemate enthusiastically proclaims and it takes me but a moment to realise ‘organic’ unfortunately expands to meat. My utopian idyll is over.
I look around for a moment and my gaze falls upon a gorgeous man in his early thirties scanning the milk shelf. After about half a minute of contemplating between the almond and coconut milk he goes with the first option and my face lights up with the gleam of approval. If that doesn’t give me orgasmic pleasure nothing else will…I start walking over to him when I look more closely at his basket and come to the realisation he’s my potential soulmate. I stop in my tracks suddenly aware of my appearance and look around for something resembling a mirror. I approvingly nod at myself thinking my outfit is in the perfect medium of glam and casual for an encounter with my potential soulmate.
Satisfied with my appearance I mentally high-five myself and approach the guy I’ve now decided is my future husband. A girl blocks my path and when she finally moves away I see him heading to the meat section of the store. I suddenly feel dizzy and hold onto something which turns out to be a bottle of cashew milk. There’s a thud and a moment later I realise, albeit with a certain doze of embarrassment, that I’ve caused a mini havoc and there’s milk pouring on the floor courtesy of my drooling.
I look in horror as he decides between pork and chicken and have to turn around to contain my disgust. And it was going oh so well…
My housemate picks that exact moment to come with a basket full of beef and for a moment I wonder if somehow the universe is acting out on an impulse to ruin my mood. So far, the attempt has been hugely successful!
I head for the veggie isle and comfort myself with the sight of broccoli and colliflower. It’s boiled vegetables for dinner tonight…
To be continued…
