It’s 5:30 at IGA: the lines are long, I’m bumping into grandma’s carts all over the place, even the express line is stretched to the entrance. This time I remember to buy the item that has been forgotton and therefore stuck on my grocery list for weeks, Saltines; I quickly grab a box, blindly reaching around the stocker. I put my gloves on after sacking my own groceries into my own bag, I throw my hood on to block the freezing snow and wind from reaching my face. It’s cold out there and I’m forced to make this trip almost daily because I have to carry all my groceries home. (But I’m really only exaggerating, I live a block from the store!)
I get home, stomp most of the snow from the bottom of my boots and proceed to the second floor and unload my bag. I made it! I love that going out, even just a block away, is an adventure, and now I’m home, safe and warm.
Now that dinner’s finished, cleaned and hours ago, I want a snack to go with my new favourite show, Conveyor Belt of Love (see previous post), and make my move for the Saltines. I grab a sleeve and go back to the couch. Strange, this first cracker tastes different. What’s that, the second one is tasteless as well. A horrible thought enters my mind….I jump up to check the pantry. OHNO! I really did buy unsalted tops Saltines.
I can’t believe it, I mean why is that even an option?!

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