NOT! Goody...the hubby will go to the grocery store with you! He drops you off at the door and says 'I'll be right back....I'm going down the street to the car wash. I'll call you when I get back and you can tell me where you are." Hmmmm. It takes you about
six tries to find a cart that doesn't pull to one side or squeak. Who cares if people think you are nuts. You begin the journey and discover they have changed the aisles around again...the milk isn't where it used to be. This is a deliberate plan, you know. They figure you have to walk around for an hour finding things and you will pick up items you never intended to by on route. Ah...the brownie mix on sale is on the top shelf. Crap...you can't reach it and step on the bottom shelf 'real quick' then grab wildly at the mix. You knock over a row of corn muffins...pick them up then do the smart thing...ask a stranger to get you the brownie mix. Where's the hubby? Where's the laundry detergent? Is that a booger on the cart handle? There are disinfectant wipes near the meat counter...wipe off the booger. Start not to care what goes in the cart and just fling a bunch of meat in there. How long does it take to go through a stupid car wash?
The old hip begins to throb. You sit on a Molsons display...nice 24 bottle boxes. Quite sturdy and comfy. No hubby. You finally get up and check out. Meat, brownies and ice cream....plus some so called fresh veggies. You call the hubby as you are standing outside with the cart. He answers and is talking to a former student outside the car wash. You know...Very Important Fishing Stuff(VIFS). You tell him the ice cream is melting. Ten minutes later, he shows up with a dirty car and a new tie fly (or whatever they are called).
Now THAT's what I call Fibro Fun. You should try it...really. Uh, no.