One would think that going to the shops could be easy, dare i say it: enjoyable. You are going to a place to buy something you want. It's instant gratification, reward for hard graft, a cold glass of water in a sweltering desert of want. Well you are wrong.
I look out the window:rain. This means warm clothing, a rain jacket and possibly an umbrella. I now also have to drive to the store down the road and so what would have taken me 5 mins to walk will now take 10 mins to: get into my car. Demist. Drive to shops. Find parking. Find new parking because some asshole parked too close to the other asshole. The only good thing to come out of that was the 15cm horizontal scratch I left on his passenger door. Serves him right. After all of this excitement iyou still have to make it from the car to the entrance of the shop. The glowing white light at the end of you a tunnel lined with irritants.
Upon leaving the store the sun had shone through the clouds and i rejoiced, only to step into a puddle when i left the pavement. Fate you really are dickhead. I get home, eventually, what a terrible time it was. I place the milk in the fridge only to find i already had a full one there. Shopping i truly, truly hate you.
- IJ
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