Sue’s Views: Aisle arguments
“Bad shopper,” mumbles the partner as he prods and plucks his way through the five bags of groceries I have just staggered in form the car with.
Gone are the days, when the partner and I first become a couple, where he would plaster a smile on his face and graciously come shopping for groceries. Not a murmmer and nary a word of discontent as he trawled the aisles quite content to merely be in my presence. Speciality cheeses, whole fig in some syrup confection, speciality wines, you name it, he would plop items into the trolley and stroll on. Aaah those were the days.
Did it last? Did it hell.
It started off innocuously enough. We would get to the car park outside the mall and the mutters would begin. Like a truculent child, he would demand to know why so many friggen people had to come shopping at the same time as him. It escalated pretty quickly from there to aisle arguments, the pouted lip and eventually the all almighty huff. This is where he would stalk out to sit in the car, in sweltering heat most times, and brood on the injustice of it all.
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The final straw that broke the camel’s back was the purchase of a scented candle, on ‘special’ I might add. At this juncture, I sheepishly admit that I am a bit of a ‘special’ junkie and home in on anything with a neon sign proclaiming it as such.
“How long is this going to take? Why can’t we get in and get out? What is it with you women and scented candles? We’ve got plenty of the bloody things all over the house already,” he huffed and puffed as I lovingly caressed yet another one of my ‘specials’ and dithered over which one to buy. It was all too much for him and with a terse “I’ll be in the car” he left me still contemplating my purchase.
It was a solemn drive home, him all hot and bothered from sitting in the car for two hours waiting for me hadn’t helped his mood much either. “I hate bloody grocery shopping, it’s the bane of my life,” he grumbled. “You take care of it in future.”
Which is exactly what I have done, no moaning, no groaning, no huffing, no puffing – pure shopping bliss. The only problem now is when I get home with the groceries he has taken it upon himself to pick his way through the purchases looking for a sweet treat or “something nice” as he puts it. If it’s not there I am deemed a bad shopper. God forbid he comes across the Siberian Fir scented candle that I recently bought on ‘special’ and squirrelled away in my handbag beforehand, to stealthily put out later in the pretense it had been there all along.
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