Walking down the aisle…

Does anybody hate going to the supermarket as much as I do?

There’s nothing that strikes dread into my heart as much as the weekly food shop. First, the agonising process of making up “the shopping list” – while I wrack my brains trying to work out which of the 5 meals I can reliably cook – we haven’t had recently, and their associated ingredients.

And you can guarantee that no matter how carefully I make up that list – “checking it twice” – I will always come home to discover that I have left something absolutely vital off the list that we just cannot live without. Like toilet paper. Or cooking oil. Meanwhile, I’ve been suckered into buying a new brand of crackers, a pair of house socks that were “on special”, some herbal tea that looked interesting, a box of candles “just in case” (and they smell nice) and a bag of frozen ‘curly fries’ because the picture on the packet looked so inviting. All really essential stuff.

And while we’re on the subject of buying unnecessary things, why is it that I always seem to end up going to the supermarket just before lunchtime? Or at other times when I’m HUNGRY?? Because somehow, your idea of “nutritious food groups” and “essential items for the pantry” starts changing a bit when your stomach is growling! :D

And by the way – I am convinced that all supermarkets are involved in a global consipiracy against short people. Seriously, I have lived in many countries and shopped in many supermarkets – and every one of them seems to delight in placing essential items on the topmost shelf, tantalisingly out of reach for – er – vertically-challenged people like me.

There is nothing as embarrassing as standing by the fridge unit, cursing and stretching on tip-toe, trying unsuccessfully to reach the milk on the top shelf and then debating which is less humiliating: to go up to a perfect (tall) stranger and ask him to get the milk for you – or to climb up into the fridge yourself, standing on shelves of yoghurt and chocolate mousse, to reach your Semi-Skimmed…

Timing your visit to the supermarket is key. I try my best to avoid the 4pm post-school rush hour when the supermarkets are bombarded by poor harassed mothers juggling a screaming baby and their uniformed brats as they try to remember their shopping lists. But it seems that no matter when I time my visit to the supermarket, it always coincides with the outing of some crazy old woman who looks like she stepped straight out of the gingerbread house in Hansel & Gretel and chases me around the aisles with the sole intent of ramming her trolley into mine.

(photo by Rachael Hale)

Once you’ve run the gauntlet of list amnesia, discount temptations and mad trolley witch,  you then come to that last, greatest obstacle of all. The Checkout. Where you’re plunged into a serious case of Checkout Lane Envy.

My husband and I used to have heated debates by the checkout counters, which nearly ended in divorce – trying to decide which lane moved the fastest.

Of course, whichever lane you chose was guaranteed to have the woman who decides she wants to open a store card, the man who wants a price check on some obscure item or the mother with the baby who bashes all the eggs and needs them replaced…while the woman who was 6 trolleys behind you in the next lane smiles smugly as she sails past and gathers her shopping bags to leave.

I have to say, though, now that I’m doing the food shop alone during the week (one ‘perk’ of working from home and an attempt to give my poor, overworked husband a bit more of a weekend) – I have the pleasure of choosing the lane all by myself. Even better, the advent of all those glorious self-serve checkouts is heaven-sent to OCD, control-freaks like me who used to break out in hives watching the checkout girl pack my eco bags. Let’s just say, I like my shopping bags packed a certain way. ONE certain way. And now at the self-serve counters, I can pack and re-pack to my anal heart’s content :D

The big negative of shopping on your own, though, is when you finally struggle out with your loot and you find that you’ve picked that trolley. The one with the wonky wheel. The one that only wants to go to the LEFT all the time. And there always seems to be a slope between the supermarket and the carpark (another consipiracy against “small people”!) whereupon you’re fighting gravity the whole way, burning rubber with the soles of your shoes as you frantically hang on, trying to stop your trolley from racing straight down the slope and ploughing into the disabled lady getting out of her car.

And when you finally get home (and taken two paracetamols), you realise the worst thing about shopping at the supermarket: all those absolutely vital things you forgot to write on your list? Looks like you’ll have to go back tomorrow…

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44 thoughts on “Walking down the aisle…

  1. Preparing the shopping list is hell for me! And I don’t have much of an imagination with the menus. My husband has learned that he picks what we eat most of the time, and helps me in the kitchen. After 41 years of marriage, this system seems to work!

    But, like you, I usually end up at the market for that forgotten item.

    Kathy, hu-mom to Minnie, Mack and foster Mario

  2. Laughing out loud. This is all so TRUE!

    I’ve read that stores put the items they want you to buy on the middle shelf (eye level), in hopes they can tempt us. This leaves the things WE want to buy on the top shelf. And horrors if everyone else has already bought that granola cereal on the top shelf, and the only box left is at the very back of the shelf. Let the climbing begin. Really, they should provide short people with carts equipped with ladders.

    • Oh gosh, Sara – I forgot to mention that…yes, that’s the worst of all, when you need the LAST box or LAST bottle and not only is it on the top shelf but it’s right there at the very back!!! :P

  3. Grandma is handicapped, so, when Mommy goes shopping with Grandma they seem to make a scene. Mommy usually pushes Grandma in the wheelchair, and Grandma pushes a shopping cart; some stores have wheelchairs with shopping baskets on them — butt the baskets hardly fit anything in them. So, it’s like Mommy and Grandma are a big train traveling down the aisles with Mommy pushing the wheelchair and Grandma pushing a normal shopping cart. And you know every aisle has someone stocking the shelves– which makes it near impossible to steer down the aisle. Some stores have those motorized scooters. Some of them go from 0 to like 50 in less than a second and there is no other speed besides 50. I mean, it’s like Mommy has to run a marathon thru the supermarket to keep up with Grandma with some of those scooters. Then Mommy has to direct traffic sometimes in the store when trying to negotiate a turn. And, while I’m on a roll…. How come there are at least 10 handicapped parking spots at some stores — and the store only comes with 2 or 3 scooters. (Sometimes the scooters aren’t even charged!) There isn’t even a bench at some stores letting the handicapped people sit down to wait in line for a scooter. What about trying to reach a produce bag for those that are handicapped. Mommy had a hard time reaching for a bag when she was standing – why did they install the bags all the way up top — how are the handicapped people on scooters supposed to reach them? We find the best time to shop is early — like 7am — so Grandma can get a scooter and Mommy has enough energy to run a marathon if she has to (depending on the scooter situation.) Some stores are getting better at providing more scooters — and plugging them in — but we agree with you — shopping is always a task.

    • Oh my goodness – I didn’t even think about how hard it must be for handicapped people. Now I feel ashamed…I shouldn’t really be complaining! Yes, you’re so right – so many things aren’t thought out with handicapped people in mind!!

  4. I don’t like to cook OR go grocery shopping, so my husband does both….. he also takes the kids and I have an hour of relaxation. Oh and I married him b/c he’s 6″1′ and I’m only 5″2′ (ok, maybe not the ONLY reason I married him, but his height sure comes in handy), eliminates the need for step stools. :-D

  5. You’re not going to believe this but our mom actually likes to go grocery shopping! She goes at 8AM when there are very few peeps. Mom remembers to ask dad what he’d like for dindin during the week and this makes shopping a breeze. Dad is easypeasy to please!

    Love ya lots,
    Mitch and Molly

    • Oh, I try asking Paul what he wants for dinner too – to help make out the weekly menus – but he’s not helpful at all! He just says, “I don’t know…what do you want to eat?” AAaarrrggghh! :P

  6. I’m lucky in that hubby does most of the shopping and our weekly needs are fairly consistent and non-creative. And we usually manage not to forget TOO many important things, plus we’ve finally trained ourselves into bringing our reusable shopping bags into the store 99.99999% of the time.

    That being said, whenever I go along — or heaven forbid if I go by myself — the following rules apply:

    1. I will always pick a rotten cart.

    2. I will be in the store on a crowded day when my borderline agoraphobia can’t be indulged with an empty aisle.

    3. I will pick the longest lane with the family that wants to use three different payment methods for their purchases.

    4. I will put myself into massive panic, organizing the groceries “just so” on the belt so that they are properly in line to be bagged, and then getting horribly irritated when the check-out person doesn’t send things through EXACTLY in the order I placed them.

    5. I will suffer mild heart failure upon realizing just how much of the total bill was given over to pet supplies :-)

    And I won’t even get started on the “height-challenged” issue — I general just suck it up and start climbing up the counters to reach the high things :-) — but it can occasionally work out for good. My mother-in-law picked-up her current husband in the local WalMart when he came to her aid ’cause she was too short to reach a soda bottle. That particular encounter has worked out very well for all of us, so sometimes being short in a store has its advantages ;-)

    • Melanie – I forgot to respond to your comment. Wanted to say that your “list” really made me giggle! I’m so glad to hear that I’m not the only one who is really anal about how my groceries are placed onto the conveyor belt…it drives Paul mad coz I’m very fussy whereas he just basically empties the cart as fast as possible. And yeah – I now avoid walking down the “pet food” aisle since I can never resist getting some treat or something!

      Oh – and your mother-in-law sounds like such a character, “CURRENT husband”?? Ahem. I don’t think I want to ask! ;-)

      • My bag-obsessiveness irritates Allie too, so I’ve finally learned to stay out of the way if he’s along and just let him handle the bagging. It’s tough, but it ‘s the least I can do since he does most of the shopping. :-)

        Yeah, the mother-in-law is quite the character ;-) The “current husband” is #4 and we’re pretty sure he’ll be the last!

  7. First of all is a paracetamol some sort of drug? And I am definitely anal and a bit OCD just like you, not to mention a germ-a-phobe. And may I suggest emealz. It is a website that generates meal plans and shoppping lists for you. Very helpful! And I find the embarrassment of climbing the shelf much less compared to asking a stranger. What do you think?

    • Maya – ‘paracetamo’ is just the generic drug name for the common pain killer used for headaches, etc and also to reduce fever. It’s sold under lots of brand names, the most famous being Panadol. But it’s actually cheaper to buy “paracetamol” – it’s the same drug. (Similarly, ibuprofen is the generic drug for the brand, Nurofen) Because of advertising, I think people get more used to brand names and it slips into common speech….like saying “Kleenex” instead of tissues! ;-)

      Thanks for the tip of the meals website! Will definitely check it out. Of course, that is assuming a person who can actually cook (which unfortunately is not always me. I have good days & bad days ;-) ) – which is why I tend to stick to a few recipes that I know I can reliably reproduce! :D

      As for your last question – oh, I really don’t know which is worse. I have tried both. It’s just as embarrassing either way…!

  8. Oh my do I feel better after reading this post and the comments. I am thrilled to know that I can take markets off my list of conspirators that single me out. To think the shopping carts are an international crisis; I’ve developed great biceps just pulling the cart with the stuck wheel throughout the store.

    I am the tall person you all ask, and we tall people don’t mind; I even offer after witnessing you shorties attempting the high jump in the aisle, to assist.

    Don’t even get me started on the bagging, I do as Melanie with the grocery line up, cold with cold, dry with dry, and according to where they will go while unpacking. Before canvas bags became commonplace years ago, I had baggers ask me what to do with the canvas bags I just handed them. I have become passive aggressive to effectuate a proper bagging; I simply reallocate the groceries purchased into proper order before exiting the store, for all to see. I take time to select items and do not want to drive home to unpack squashed groceries….grrrr.

    One thing that doesn’t bother me is a long line; I simply pick up a magazine that’s at the check out counter, and read, replacing it when it becomes my turn. I also strike up a conversation with others, surprising to hear what strangers will detail to you about their life.

    The only shopping I don’t mind is at the Farmers Market, I recently found the best bar soap, local and made from goats milk, our skin is so soft now, even fur. When you find an exceptional product, it makes the aggravation worth it.

    Please don’t make your next post about telemarketers!

    • Oooh, telemarketers…now THERE’s an idea…! ;-)

      Gosh, I never realised there were so many OCD baggers out there – ha! ha@ I thought it was just ME!! Yes, I am military about how I place items on the conveyor belt to be scanned – and then I am just like you, huffing & puffing at the other end as I rearrange all the bags again!! Especially as – just like you said – I spend 10mins selecting the best strawberries only to have the checkout girl stash them at the bottom of the bag to be squashed and ruined!! :evil:

      • Please no more high stress blog posts, I might have nightmares about carts/trollies chasing me down the aisles…..ahhhhhhh. Now I am the one who needs to breathe, yoga anyone.

  9. What you described was my fate at leat twice a week when my daughters were home. As they started to fly away, I decided that once a week was enough, missing items having to wait until the next raid. I also used to go to the large super market near work. When the offices went to a different place, void of supermarket, I went to the local, smaller one, which made shopping quicker, ad cheaper, since there were fewer alleys, and fewer temptations. Now, i’m on my own, I drop by the supermarket every second week, for essential items like milk, noodles, etc and go to the farmer market once a week to buy vegetables and fruit. So relaxing (does anyone at the supermarket kiss your cheek to say hello? My veg seller does that. I know you are not thrilled at the idea, but I’m French and he is a nice tatooed biker, but I disgress).
    My friend with two kids, who hates shopping, has found the perfect solution. She posts her shopping list via internet to her local supermarket, (I understand they have even tools to help you write the list from scratch, or from previous week), and her bags are ready at the agreed time for her to fetch them, on her way back from school. It takes only a few minutes. Does look great, doesn’t it.
    Anyway, the senior lady chasing my troller through the entite shopping, or my selected lane been the slowest are also my rules, whenever I go shoping. You are not alone!

    • Oh Vero – you really made me giggle about your kissing veg seller! :lol: No, I agree – I experienced a bit of your wonderful French markets when I was there last summer and yes, they are a totally different experience. And yes, I could even learn to like all the kissing! ;-)

  10. That’s SO familiar. The worst thing in life is the question “what to eat today and tomorrow?”. It’s so hard to do the list for the market but I have to have it. Otherwise the market trip would never end. I’ve also tried to make menus for the whole week so I would have half of the list planned beforehand. That’s really a nice thing but the hard part is to stick to the menu you’ve done. What if I don’t want spaghetti on Saturday after all? But on Monday it seemed as a good idea. I have thousands of recipes which I would really like to try, I love to cook. But somehow we always decide to make what we always make. And I would really like to avoid that because I get bored really fast with the same foods. But most of the times we don’t have time or money to try something new so we stick with the easy and cheap ones what we eat all the time :/ And because of we don’t have actual meal time, we eat when we are both home and the food is ready, which is most of the time at 9pm and that’s not good either. It would be easier to have a real dinner time or something.

    -Lilli-

    • Oh Lilli – you described our weekly routine perfectly. We’re also like you – always eating the same small set of meals because they’re quick to make and cheap – and also, in my case, since I’m such an unreliable cook – they’re “safe”!! Unlike you, I DON’T enjoy cooking and even if I have good intentions and buy all the right ingredients, something always seems to go wrong when I actually start to put them together. So now I mostly stick to things I have cooked many times rather than getting too adventurous! But it does get boring!!

  11. with a household of 7 (4 kids my husband, mother in law, and myself) and an average weekly grocery bill of about $250-300 I just may be the crazy witch lady speeding through the aisles……for the most part grocery shopping has become routine and there are several things that I HAVE to buy every week (4 gal. skim milk, dozen eggs, bread, juice, hot dogs, several pounds of assorted fruits, etc) and I know just were to find them. Plus I want to get in and out as fast as I can and be done w/ it!

    I will admit I don’t like to go alone…..I am a lazy mommy and do little to no cooking (Abuela does it all) so my mother in law comes with me as she knows best what needs replenished!

    Loved the post!

    • Oh no, Jacquie – you’re not the crazy witch lady! :P I can understand people who need to rush through and get things done as fast as possible. The crazy witch lady is the one who has 2 items in her trolley and meanders around, muttering to herself and as far as I can see, does nothing other than stalk me up & down the aisles and keeps ramming her trolley into mine – regardless of the fact that there is a LOT of space to go around me! :D

  12. This is soooooooooooooooooooo true, every last bit. But I must say that I do enjoy grocery shopping here in the states, simply because the variety is so great. I went bananas first after moving to NYC from Iceland – Grocery stores were my new favorite stores… lmao

    With that said, I still wholeheartedly agree with every single thing you said here.. lmao…

  13. I’m 5″10, so I don’t have a problem dealing with the high shelves! I DO have to help at least 2 shorter people reach something from the top shelf every time I shop! Also, it may seem like a struggle for short people to reach high things, but I feel like I’m mooning the whole store whenever I have to reach something from the bottom shelf! I personally think that putting the groceries away is the worst part! After spending an hour at the grocery store, I’m ready to curl up in my bed and fall asleep for the next few days! I usually bring reusable bags to the store, but I HATE all the dirty looks I get when I go to the whole foods store and I forget my reusable bags!

  14. Oh, but the absolutely worst time to go market is the eve of whatever holiday. Christmas might be the most awful. I don’t know why but people are just insane then. I avoid going to the market on the eves if it’s really possible. People are so angry and stressed and everybody is crashing into each others. I remember one particular Christmas eve in the market, the first and the last one ever! I don’t know why but my neck was that time really sore and I couldn’t turn my head. So I could only see front and what I could move my eyes. And I don’t know why I went with my mother and sister to the market. I don’t usually go. But it was terrible. Those angry grannies, they aren’t giving way to anyone. So I was like a tin and others where like balls and tried to knock me over. And I couldn’t avoid them because I couldn’t see them. They always came behind me. And then they were telling me angrily to move and not to plug the aisle which was quite impossible to one person when there are hundreds of others in the small aisle plugging it too. If my neck wouldn’t be so sore I might have snapped to those mean people who think they own the whole market and only THEIR shopping are the most value. The Christmas spirit was very far away from there. And I just can’t understand that kind of behaviour.

    -Lilli-

  15. No “short jokes please.” Have been sighted climbing the shelves in some of the best grocery stores in the US and UK. Loved the clerks as Sainsbury’s in Oxford who always seemed to pop up just as I stepped on the shelf that would allow me to reach the top shelf (which are getting higher, I swear) and startle me with “May I assist you please?”

    It is probably safer for me to shop with my 6’3″ husband, but he drives me nuts. So I weigh the balance and shop when he is busy elsewhere. You know, solving the “should/ought” controversy or otherwise saving the world.
    b

  16. Hsin-Yi, I am just about to make out my grocery list for the week and I think your post is spot on. I feel the same way about everything you wrote. I too am vertically challenged and always have to climb on the dairy case to reach the milk I want. Occasionally when the only milk was out of reach I have yelled to the folks in the back to please push it forward for me. Then a magical hand comes out of nowhere to help me out. Thanks for letting me know that I am not the only one that feels this way about grocery shopping.

    Cindy

  17. My husband has long since stopped shopping with me, for which I will be ever thankful – because he wanted to get out AS FAST AS POSSIBLE – which is fine, except that he was always in SUCH as rush that we’d forget about half the stuff we really needed. Why he EVER went shopping with me is a mystery my brain is still trying to understand… Anyhoo, I am pretty good about making a list, but my aforementioned husband has this amazing talent of wanting something for dinner quite regularly (say, green salad with strips of grilled chicken) and once I’ve got EVERYTHING (enough croutons, dressing, ripe avocados, etc., etc.), he will suddenly decide he doesn’t want to eat that any more, and instead wants something I only have half the ingredients for. (And no, it wouldn’t help if he went to the store with me.) Arrrrgh! *ahem* I’ve reached the point where I rotate about 3 or 4 things, and if he suddenly doesn’t want to eat any of them, I keep a frozen pizza handy…

    All that said, I have great sympathy for (most) grocery store employees. I worked in a grocery store deli for many years while I was in grad school, and from that experience I figure if I am NICE to the employees, they will try to go out of their way to help me, while if I make a huge fuss, they are likely to ‘forget’ me. As for bagging, the only time I say anything is when they try to put fresh chicken in with fresh vegetables. Beyond that, I figure I live close enough to the store that I’m going to be unpacking it in a few minutes, so I don’t care that much. ;-)

  18. But it’s not over. When you get home it starts the stairs climbing with 3 bags in one hand an 6 bottles of water in the other one. Not an unimportant matter.

  19. All true. But simplify life.
    1. Lists … too much work. Just take a look at the cupboard and try to remember the gaps. Be adventurous.
    2. Recipes? Use for inspiration only. In our little town in South Africa you cannot shop for the ingredients in a recipe, you can only buy whatever is available (no guarantees that it will be available next week). So creativity is the order of the day.
    3. Meal orders (from husbands/kids/other). Mom always said you eat what’s on the table or go make yourself a sandwich.
    4. I used to work 14+hr days so would do MASSIVE cooking over weekends and freeze portions. Hubby would then cook a starch and make a salad and even remember to defrost a pre-cooked meal. Off course the meals were stews/curries/flavoured mince etc. but we never went hungry or had to resort to fast food.
    5. I have SPACE – since moving I have even more SPACE (there are cupboards in my kitchen that I cannot put things into – everything is packed away already) and I have a PANTRY that just swallowed my reserves. I believe in a few staples and then a meal can be made. Took about 3 years to convince hubby that ‘No, I can buy this even if we are not about to eat it today!”
    6. I can’t say I love shopping but I do like looking out for new products. Hubby has a list, walks straight to those items, ignores any item not on the list (even if we desperately need it but forgot to put it on the list) and moves to checkout. Very frustrating.
    Good luck with shopping!

  20. Enjoyed reading this Hsin-Yi- made me giggle in parts! :) You write well. Re: shopping, our story living in India is slightly different – we have the luxury of sending someone out with a list. However, when we do go ourselves I have to say I quite enjoy it…taking a look at new products, buying more seasonal fruit, etc. I did the shopping online when we were in the UK, and in the US before that. The list gets saved, and you can add or delete items you want. The delivery can even come on a fixed day if you want. Tescos, Sainsburys, Waitrose – they all deliver in a certain time slot. xx

  21. We always say we are going to eat healthy and no more junk food and then we discover some new cookie product like Oreo cookies with a sherbert flavored filling…Yum! Or the store is having a 10 for $10 sale and it’s usually the not so healthy stuff like bologna, pudding cups, candy bars, chicken nuggets, etc.. and then before you know it our goal of actually beginning to eat healthy has gone out the window yet again. Or I’ll go through a cookbook and make a shopping list around several meals I want to try and buy the ingredients only to be too tired or too busy or too lazy to cook a meal like that.

    What about the people that are always in the way…blocking the aisle while talking, standing in front of the milk taking forever to grab one, cart in the middle of the aisle so no one can pass.

    Don’t forget the annoying booger in the 10 item or less checkout with a cart full of groceries. The store clerks should get strict and tell them to move on to a non-express checkout.

    I guess grocery shopping isn’t my favorite activity either.

    Emma’s Mom

  22. I roared with laughter when I read your post. I’m not allowed to buy fruits and vegetables in my family. I pride myself on saving 5 cents a pound (or kg) on tomatoes, for example. Then when I proudly bring home the savings, my wife (un)dutifully tells me I could have save 20 cents a pound somewhere else! (Grrrr!)

  23. This sounds JUST LIKE ME!!!!!! Even the self check out lines! I hate when they bag my groceries wrong… It’s like hello I put it on the counter a certain way you’d put them in the bags in order. How hard it is to put cold stuff with cold stuff and soft stuff with soft stuff and what dumb idiot packs cans and boxed in the same bag??????? Yeah I’m very OCD about grocery bagging lol. :D

  24. We do a HUGE shop once a month together (“if one has to suffer, we both have to” type mentality… same rule goes for doing the dishes!)

    My partner is no nonsense. In and out in less than 45 mins and only buys the essentials. If I did it by myself i’d get lost in the TimTam isle, wind up with a trolley load of chips and sweets and then spend hundreds of dollars on fruit to make up for it (which would be wasted and go off).

    I’m about to give online grocery shopping a go. No trolleys, no screaming kids… lovely :)

  25. I nearly burst laughing couple of times while reading your post. In regards of your conspiracy theory, I truly believe you should visit Malaysia during your next holiday, because we are all short so the supermarket have no choice but time keep the essential items down low or they will shut their business very fast or maybe the semi skim milk isn’t that popular here so if they put them too high up, they will have to drink them themselves. ;)
    Other than that, every bit you have mentioned in your post, has happened in our every weekly food shopping event. Sigh……

  26. Oh no, I cann’t be embarrassed all my life in supermarkets If I cann’t reach/climb myself, I look around if there’s a uniform in view. If not, there must be another costumer to reach for me.
    Sometimes you can slide the last article on the uppershelf from under the shelf.

    After the last renovation, the supermarket has a pin board for customer’s wishes. Someone asked for steps. It was denied, for we can ask the personnel. Then I asked how comfy it is, to ask the personnel to show all the salads of the upper shelves and think which to choose. Still no steps for us. But they turned over the salads, so you can read what is written on top.

    No menus for me. I see in the supermarket what is best priced & suitable (diet, no-cooking-gifts) and that’s what I eat.

    I have learned to be a boor in the supermarkets |(
    What to do when the list of ingredients is glued to the bottem? How can you read the tiny letters with the article hold up against the ceiling lights? I’ve given up and turn each article downside up.
    When the ads are treachery and the precious article I have chosen appears to be excluded, then hoppa, it is immediately returned.
    Sometime ago I happened to be very late and the personnels wanted to do the bagging whilst I was paying; she promissed to do it well. Everything incl. glass jars criss-crossed, so I took everything out and did it myself. I’m glad it is no use here that the personnel doesnot do the bagging, for I would be teaching how to do it, each time again. Now I only said I’m by bike so it must be compact.

  27. Hi Hsin-Yi!

    My husband and I had the same never ending problem of forgetting the essentials pretty often. After many failed Supermarket visits we came up with the idea of making an “essentials list” so, everytime, before going shopping we check wether we have the things in the list or not. In that way if we already have cooking oil for example, we won’t buy an extra bottle that will probably go bad before we use it (Saves some money too) and if we don’t have it, then off to buy it!

    Maybe it helps!

    Viele Grüßen!

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