I bet you're wondering why I'm posting late, huh?
Well, it was nothing exciting. I had to go grocery shopping. I am not a fan of grocery shopping ANYWAYS but I have to do it. I spent almost an hour trying to think of what we're going to eat for the next two weeks and getting my lists/coupons ready. And I plan my meals based on what's on sale and you would assume the grocery store, knowing that demand will be high for things on sale, would stock their shelves accordingly.
You would also being assuming wrong.
I couldn't get my chicken on sale that was $3.99 a pack versus $5.99 because I can't stand the chicken boobies in a bag. Folks- that shit don't taste right. And I eat Wendy's chicken sandwiches every chance I get. The only chicken I can eat is the Gold n' Plump free range or whatever and you get 3 small boobies for $6. It's robbery BUT.. it's not chewy. Or stringy. And it feels like a breast implant and I would assume that's what a real chicken boob would feel like.
So I am pissed about that because not only are they out of stock, they aren't giving substitutions. Which, is kind of fucking whack homies. So, I'm chicken boobless. I go over to the frozen shit because Matt likes Hot Pockets (ew) and they were on sale for $1.99. That's the only time I can buy them because otherwise $2.99 for one box seems a bit high for what you get. So I go there... nothing. Awesome.
Then I went over to canned goods because they had tomato sauce for .49 for a 16-20 oz. can. AMAZING deal. I wanted to stock up because I use a lot of it. Yup- nothing. I had to the generic which tastes funny but I am not paying more than .75 for a can. I won't because that is wrong.
I go over to get stuff for tacos. I need seasoning and some sauce. They only have the 40% less sodium shit. Ew. BUT it's that or the generic stuff in the white mystery looking bag and I did that once and even Matt gagged. Folks- if Matt gags you know it's bad. So I had to get the less sodium. (When Matt saw it, he's like, "What's this shit??" and I had to tell him it was this or the white bag and he said we need to complain.) I move down to the sauce and they have like a million bottles of hot, a million of mild, no medium. We only like medium. Except...
I see some! I do! It's on the top back about a foot. I think I can reach. I'm reaching and then...
... I pulled a fucking muscle in the middle of my back.
And couldn't reach the sauce.
I decided right then that I had to leave because I was feeling stabby and I knew if I went any further I'd be crabby for the cashier and I don't want to be. So I go to the check out and I put all my food up there in the order I bag it. I've got a system. This fucking punk kid throws my bread to the end, so it's squished by can.
Homo you dinn't.
So I had to give this 17 year old punk a lesson on how to do his job and how you shouldn't throw bread. Ever. It's a life lesson that will serve you in almost any situation. I can't think of a time where it would be appropriate to throw bread unless it's at birds and you want to be pooped on. Then it's ok.
I don't think he understand the crapness of having smooshed bread. And I was going to go further and demand a new loaf, but then I remembered I grabbed the last two loafs that were on sale. And smooshed bread IS better than hot dog buns being used as toast. (Which was my breakfast from today and yesterday)
So in the end.. I spent $81 for two weeks of groceries. It will be more because I still need to buy my effing chicken. And that means I have to go back tomorrow- and it's NUTS on a Sunday because the new ad comes out and let's just say the rudest people in town show up on Sunday.
But on the plus side... I think I have HALF of the money I need for my new van window. I only need like another $125 to do it. *sigh* So close..