My honey wanted to buy groceries tonight. The stores will be too crowded tomorrow, ” he said. “We might not want to go out.”
So, I looked through all the cabinets to see what was needed and made a grocery list. I wouldn’t dare let him go buy groceries without a list. No need to put down any junk food. He will get that anyhow.”
“It isn’t junk food,” he said. “It’s snacks.” Usually we end up with more “snacks” than food when he goes to the store. He buys the large bags of potato chips and cleans out the store’s ice cream case. I have to shop just to be sure we get some real food.
I think that maybe he has “stock-up panic.” But, who cares? He is the one that is going to fight the crowds buying bread and milk.
“If you think of anything else, just call me,” he said as he stepped out the door.
I was cooking supper and getting ready to enjoy a quiet evening at home when I noticed there were no pickles in the fridge. Well, he said to call if I needed anything.
“I’m not even to the store yet!”
Are pickles junk food? Maybe that’s why I forgot to put them on the list. Or maybe I was just too busy with supper.
Later on, I began to wonder where honey was. Surely he can’t be buying that many snacks. It’s nearly 8:00 p.m. Maybe I should call and check on him. Do we need anything else? After all, I don’t want him to know that I’m calling just to check up on him.
He likes to shop. I hate it. If I am buying clothes or something pretty, that’s one thing. But, groceries just don’t excite me. Usually, I’m in and out just as fast as the wheels will roll on the buggy without me getting a speeding ticket or running over a little old lady.
Finally, I gave in and called. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m just now at the frozen foods.”
“What’s taking so long? I was actually getting concerned.
“I’m having a hard time. I can’t find stuff. What kind of frozen French fries do you want? “
“What kind? Who cares! Any kind!”
“Do you want an eight-pound bag?” He must be planning on having French fries with every meal.
“No, just a small size will be enough.”
Thank goodness, I called. He is getting stuff that won’t even fit into the refrigerator. He didn’t understand the list. He stayed on the phone walking up and down the aisles. It’s funny how the store is always sold out of everything when he goes alone.
I thought he was going to hurry. At this rate, he will be there all night. I should have gone with him. I don’t have to spend two hours checking out the snacks when I go.
I finally fell asleep on the sofa watching TV, thinking I would help put groceries away when he got home. When I woke up, he was home in his chair, the weatherman was on TV, and the groceries were put away.
“Did you find everything?” I yawned.
“Everything except the pickles,” he replied.
I felt a little guilty for not helping. “That’s all right,” he said, “It wasn’t that hard.”
He had managed to sneak all the junk food by me and put it away, of course. For some weird reason I have a feeling he may have planned it that way all along.
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