When Nathan and I were engaged and talking on the phone on average 20 hours a week, one of the conversations we had was about how we couldn't wait to be together to do normal, everyday activities like grocery shopping. We've only actually gone grocery shopping together maybe half a dozen times since we've been married, because he drives me bananas in the store and we start slipping into a dysfunctional parent-child dynamic rather than a healthy married couple one.
First of all, he has no respect for my system. I type this with a smirk on my face, because I'm sure after I tell what's next, I'll seem like the mental one. Anyway, I have a pattern when I go through the grocery store, and I start with the bread and drinks aisle, weave my way up and down to the produce section, stop by the deli, pick up the meat, get my dairy products on the back wall, and finish in frozen foods. I also put my items in the basket a certain way so I can put it on the conveyor belt a certain way so I can have it bagged a certain way (frozen foods together, bread and eggs last, etc.). It makes perfect sense, right? Right? RIGHT?!
Him: "Ooh. We need peanut butter." He plops a jar on top of the bread.
Me: "No we don't. We actually have two more jars in the cupboard." I put the jar back and fluff up the bread, checking for injuries.
Him: "Ooh! Did I tell you that bean with bacon soup is my favorite? I haven't had it in so long!"
Me: "Yes. You did tell me that."
Him: "Why are you buying so many boxes of Triscuits?"
Me: "Because they're buy one get one free, and we go through at least two boxes a week with your hand constantly in the Triscuit jar."
Him: "I have to go to the bathroom."
Me: "Okay. I estimate that I'll be picking up some cheese by the time you're through."
And then he disappears for 30 minutes... until I find him sheepishly hiding behind some car magazines.
All that to say, we went grocery shopping together in the mini Tesco, and when I was asking an employee where the popcorn was hidden, he snuck in a jar of English mustard (we have another one half full) that will make your nostrils burn it's so hot as well as a package of crumpets. Crumpets are just English muffins, but they're twice as thick and don't fit well in the toaster. It was a total impulse buy, but he had to have it because it was mentioned in the movie Dumb and Dumber.
"If I know Mary, she'll invite us right in for some tea and strumpets." - Lloyd Christmas
"Strumpets" was supposed to be "crumpets," but "strumpets" actually means "prostitute" in England.
Sigh. Those of you who know my husband know that his four food groups of choice are butter, mayonnaise, gravy, and salt. Read the caption... Dreams really do come true.


8 comments:
I just wanted to tell you that I am completely on your side on this one:) My husband drives me insane the 3 times we have grocery shopped together. He adds random things like pop tarts and bugles (sick!). I also put my things in the cart in a certain way so that they will go on the belt a certain way so they are easier to put away. It's not crazy, it's time management.
Hahahah! I am not too bad about it but I definitely put things in specific areas of the cart so that things will be appropriately bagged. You are not crazy!!
i don't think you're crazy ONE SLIGHT BIT. dave and i can't grocery shop together either. i like to take my time, and he likes to grocery shop like we're contestants on "supermarket sweep." this post made me LOL. :)
This is a triple duty comment. #1 I'm the visitor that keeps creeping the blog from Long Beach. #2 Hi!! #3 Putting groceries in the cart is my form of adult Tetris, which I am very good at, and I don't like to be thrown off my game. Needless to say, my fiance and I do not shop together. I see now that this is more common than I originally thought. ORGANIZED SHOPPERS UNITE!
Oh my goodness - hilarious! I have a similar system except I do the frozen foods first (because I figure it will keep me on track and not let me linger over purchases we don't need - "Must keep going! The ice cream will melt!") and nowadays I end with the produce/bakery section (because they have free cookies for the boys and it keeps them focused if I leave it for the end). I used to group things on the belt based on where they would go in my kitchen, but now the boys want to help empty the cart and I'm just happy if they don't drop something. Also, you'll be glad to know, I've started sorting our closets by sleeve-length and weight, just like you used to. But my hangers still do not match or face the same direction. Small steps. :) Enjoy the crumpets! :)
I guess I'll be the ONLY one to comment that YOU are the crazy one. Who lives like this? Being anal takes way more time; not to mention mental exhaustion. Chalk one up for my boy Nathan.
-Sista
i love this. enough said.
I have to be honest, I throw it all in the cart too--without smashing the bread, but no rhyme or reason!
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