The trip started off well as soon as I entered the door I was hit by a wave of heat that quickly warmed me up. Next, while in the frozen food section I overheard an elderly gentleman tell the stock boy "The Salisbury Steak, the one in the back there." Instantly, I was able to taste the many frozen food dinners I had as a kid. The steak, the gravy, the mouth burning mashed potatoes, the portion of corn, and for dessert: the chocolate cake.
I found my way to the refrigerated section containing the packaged blocked mozzarella. I compared the different brands, looked at labels, squeezed, weighed with my hand, and decided on a local brand. I thought this is great I can't believe coming here was so easy. I then made a 90 degree turn and headed up the aisle towards the checkout counter. By chance I was in the soap aisle and by chance a crossword clue that stumped me that asked for a popular five letter brand of cake soap. Hmm, so I observed all of the labels before I decided I must have had a letter wrong in the crossword this morning.
Nevertheless, I was making record time - then I got to the self-checkout counter. The lines were long and rather confused (I saw folk with buggies full of food already bagged!) I spied a short line which just so happened contained a woman who was the mother of one of #1's classmates. She saw me and told me to go in front of her. I refused, she insisted. Normally I am the self-checkout master. In no time at all I had somehow scanned two packages of cheese (when I only had one), entered that I had coupons (which I had none), was paying with a credit card (which I did not), and called for a clerk! (which I did not need, well I suppose I did need) I apologized to the woman behind me, got the order straightened and hightailed it outta there.
I am glad to be home.