Ugh. I went to WalMart on Monday, as is my usual shopping routine. I had a large list and picked up everything.
When I got home and started putting the groceries away, I realized that I only had two cheese slices left.
For the uninitiated, I lovingly make the Evil Twin's lunch every day except Wednesdays, which is when he and his co-workers head to a Chinese buffet. I make him two sandwiches - one turkey and cheese, one ham and cheese.
Now, he likes those processed individually wrapped cheese slices just fine (I don't care for them), but they are cheaper than the "real" thing and he'll eat 'em, so I buy them.
If I had known I needed cheese slices on Monday before my WM run, I would have put that on my list and returned home with a pack. However, I did not know I was running out. Thankfully, I had enough to do two sandwiches on Tuesday. Then, I decided that after the Evil Twin got home from work yesterday, I would run to the K to the Rogers and get cheese and a few other items that they have marked down this week.
We don't live in a super ritzy part of town, but we also don't live in a slummy area, either (not that there's anything wrong with that). But, the clientele at our local Kroger is something to behold. It's always a madhouse there and many of the shoppers seem to be lacking even the most basic social skillz.
So, it's always interesting, to say the least.
When I do go, I try to zip through as quickly as humanly possible. So, I had my list and sliced cheese was at the top. I also needed to swing by the pharmacy to check if they had a prescription ready for the Evil Twin. The thing was I had called the prescription in the night before, but it was out of refills, so the pharmacy would have to contact our doctor's office and get the go ahead to refill it.
The prescription wasn't ready because they hadn't heard back from our physician yet, but my favorite pharmacy tech took my number and said she'd call when she heard from them.
I checked out with the self check out line and made a beeline for the parking lot.
Then I realized I had failed to pick up the sliced cheese. FUCK! Briefly, I considered unloading my purchases into the van, then running back in. But, on second thought, I figured that Sissy and I could run by today and grab the cheese and hopefully, the prescription too.
Luckily, today is Wednesday, which means TET eats at the Chinese place. I wasn't in a desperate need for the cheese.
Wouldn't you know that shortly after I returned home, the pharmacy tech called to say they had received permission from the docs office and would have his refill ready in a short while? I told her I would pick it up today, so not to put a rush on it.
I think when I get into the store, I'll make my way straight to the cheese department, THEN get to the pharmacy.
That nasty, processed cheese food will be MINE, dammit!!!
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