I Shouldn't Be Allowed to Grocery Shop

Here's the thing: I don't do the grocery store. Me and the grocery store do not get along. I never get everything I intended to get even when I make a list, I always get something I definitely didn't need, and I usually end of pissed off.

One of 2 scenarios is inevitable. I always go hungry. Even if I'm not hungry when I get to the store, I sure as hell will be hungry as soon as I walk past the deli. And we all know that you are not supposed to go to the store hungry. This is how I wind up with stoner food, every.damn.time.

The other possibility is that everyone and their goddamn mother is at the stupid grocery store because there is some big thing going on, like say, the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving. I wound up at the store that night because I am an idiot decided to contribute to Thursday's big meal. The store I went to sucks a normal day because they never have what you need and if they do it isn't where you think it should be. Wednesday night was off the charts. The amount of people there was unreal, and all of them oh-so courteous. After wandering around the store for an hour and walking up and down the same aisle 6 times, I finally made it to the check-out where I was cut in line and then chewed out by a very large pissed off woman. I made it out of the store alive, with a gallon of milk, French's Fried Onions, Nilla Wafers, and a bag of potato chips. What I didn't have was everything else I needed to make the 2 dishes I had gone in for. Which, of course, meant there would be a round 2 at a different grocery store that night. Go me.

Oh, and those potato chips? Disgusting. That's what I get for buying Lays.