I am SO Un-American.
I've been putting off the dreaded Grocery Store trip for over a week now. It wasn't really one of those "on purpose" things - it's just that, well, grocery store trips seem to take the better part of an hour, even if you're by yourself, and you have a list, and that list has only ten things on it. And I didn't really have a full hour of free time that wasn't at, say, midnight. Or later.
Now I still don't really have that hour block of time, but I do have remarkably less food. As in, I really don't have anything to eat tonight except half a cup of rice (and nothing to eat with in but a handful of spinach and some carrots).
...ok, that's a slight lie. In fact, I've been putting off going to the grocery store ever since I caved and got a Kroger card, because as much as I like saving pennies, I really hate how Kroger stores are set up. But since I now have a Kroger card, I can;t justify driving the extra mileage to the much friendlier, less ghetto, "we understand how to make a check out lane that doesn't make you spontaneously hemorrhage" Schnucks.
So I wrote up a quick list of essentials, and they're mostly incredibly unhealthy things like those pre-prepared meals that contain nothing nutritional and is it really a surprise that health problems, obesity and poor people waltz hand in hand when I can buy pot pies for fifty cents? Let me rephrase that; if necessary, I could buy meals for a week for seven dollars.
And in my head, I'm trying to juggle out a schedule of when would be best to go. I've got 270 pages to read for Seminar, and about sixty for my 400 class, and I should spend about five hours at work today, I really should, so maybe if I do reading now and go to the store at 2.00, I'd get home by 3.00, put dinner in immediately, eat by seven and go to work -
Wait. What's this news alert about the super bowl? Sonovabitch, is that today?? I chose today, the super bowl day, the day when the harried wives of closet alcoholics and bachelors galore ascend upon the grocery stores for last minute purchases of beer and beer and chips and other disgusting sodium laden things and more beer?
It's times like these when I wonder why I haven't moved to Canada yet. Or New Zealand.
(Then I remember Canada's health care system and NZ's cost of living, and look at Mexico instead, where even if I get kidnapped for the slave trade, they at least know that real sports include soccer and not a rugby ripoff.)
EDIT I lied. I also have a banana.
Now I still don't really have that hour block of time, but I do have remarkably less food. As in, I really don't have anything to eat tonight except half a cup of rice (and nothing to eat with in but a handful of spinach and some carrots).
...ok, that's a slight lie. In fact, I've been putting off going to the grocery store ever since I caved and got a Kroger card, because as much as I like saving pennies, I really hate how Kroger stores are set up. But since I now have a Kroger card, I can;t justify driving the extra mileage to the much friendlier, less ghetto, "we understand how to make a check out lane that doesn't make you spontaneously hemorrhage" Schnucks.
So I wrote up a quick list of essentials, and they're mostly incredibly unhealthy things like those pre-prepared meals that contain nothing nutritional and is it really a surprise that health problems, obesity and poor people waltz hand in hand when I can buy pot pies for fifty cents? Let me rephrase that; if necessary, I could buy meals for a week for seven dollars.
And in my head, I'm trying to juggle out a schedule of when would be best to go. I've got 270 pages to read for Seminar, and about sixty for my 400 class, and I should spend about five hours at work today, I really should, so maybe if I do reading now and go to the store at 2.00, I'd get home by 3.00, put dinner in immediately, eat by seven and go to work -
Wait. What's this news alert about the super bowl? Sonovabitch, is that today?? I chose today, the super bowl day, the day when the harried wives of closet alcoholics and bachelors galore ascend upon the grocery stores for last minute purchases of beer and beer and chips and other disgusting sodium laden things and more beer?
It's times like these when I wonder why I haven't moved to Canada yet. Or New Zealand.
(Then I remember Canada's health care system and NZ's cost of living, and look at Mexico instead, where even if I get kidnapped for the slave trade, they at least know that real sports include soccer and not a rugby ripoff.)
EDIT I lied. I also have a banana.