I’m hosting a zombie* gaming day tomorrow and I basically put off getting groceries and cleaning until this evening because I am that awesome. So after work I was pretty much forced into going for food unless I wanted to try and get all of my cleaning AND shopping done in the same day. Something you should probably know about me – I let gravity do my cleaning for me. In other words there is a lot of shit all over my apartment. To me it looks lived in. To others I would imagine that it looks a bit messy. Like, there are little paths to key areas of the living room level of messy.
But back to food shopping. I had made a list of things I wanted to purchase before leaving work because I hadn’t bothered to do so at home. You know, where the actual recipes are. Luckily I have made the taco dip and lasagna several times before so it was relatively easy to remember all of the ingredients. I had to go through the list a couple of times but eventually I was able to recreate the list of items necessarily to make each food item.
The way my grocery store is laid out puts the refridgerated and frozen items on the furthest wall from the checkout, non-perishables in the middle of the store, and then it ends with the fresh produce closest to the door. What I like to do is start in the back and work my way to the front so that by the time I’m near the door I have everything that I need. I know you’re supposed to get your refridgerated stuff last but whatever – don’t question the method. Trust the method people cuz it works.
Now every time I’m in the refridgerated area I am always peering around the milk and the sour cream for a ‘behind the scenes’ look at what is going on in the stocking area. Today I wasn’t really paying attention to that but was rewarded in spite of my inattentiveness. I had just finished grabbing the shredded cheese for my taco dip and headed over to the sour cream area when I heard the weirdest thing. At first I just thought it was from one of the other shoppers around me. But then I realized that it was some dude in the stocking area singing at the top of his lungs. Understand though that when I say singing I mean saying ‘Yeah yeah yeah’ over and over and over again extremely loudly. The singing was very much reminiscent of when a person really likes a song but doesn’t have a freakin’ clue as to what the lyrics are. So, in order to sing along, they have to just make noises or say random words in time with the beat of the song. I just stood there frozen with a pint of sour cream in my left hand and a smile on my face listening to this guy completely rock out. If only I could have seen him – guaranteed that he would have been head-banging, air-guitaring, totally absorbed in the moment. Nevertheless it was still hilarious. I know that if I think no one is watching and/or around to hear me the singing starts to increase in volume and there may even be some dancing. Maybe. I’m not actually confirming one way or the other. We’ve all done it. Worst thing ever though is when you are in full rock out mode and somebody walks in on you unexpectedly. Awkward!