Yesterday we wandered off to our local supermarket for our bi-weekly “in-between” shopping trip – this is the one where we only buy what we can carry in our backpacks or by hand. [On alternate weeks we do the “big shop” which involves finding a taxi to carry our bags home.]
In the fruit and veggie section, which was even more chaotic than usual, I felt like I was trapped inside a giant, “human + trolley + baskets” slider puzzle: you know the one where you have a puzzle made of a whole lot of little square pieces, and then you take one piece out and you shuffle the others left, up, right, down and all around, and then you have to try to put the picture back together again?
Well, there I was sandwiched between multiple trolleys going in different directions, some with drivers, some without; having my toes driven over and my knees rammed by the wheelie baskets and my waist being broad-sided by baskets carried by hand, trying to move from the fruit counter via the weighing section – where you have to go to get the plastic bags to put your produce in (maybe the other plastic bag points just ran out of supplies, or maybe someone is worried about the bags being taken unnecessarily) – to the veggie section, and then back to the weighing station bravely manned by a lone weigher-person (who deserves a medal) amidst a horde of shoppers demanding for their fruit and veg to be weighed. In vain I looked for Husband to assist, and eventually spied him hiding out with the trolley on the outskirts, taking refuge behind the container with oranges.
I dragged him from his hiding place and dumped the bags of fruit with him, assigning him the task of entering into scrum at the weighing station, awarding him with the opportunity of taking on the “baskets + trolleys + people vs harassed foreigner”, while I waded upstream through the trolley
stream flow slider puzzle to find pre-packed veggies that didn’t need weighing, so that we could avoid qualifying for the next round of aforementioned game!