Today i went shopping . It wasn't a momentous occasion , i made it round Iceland without spending too much or buying anything that wasn't neatly written down. I didn't end up with Biro down my front from ticking frozen items from the shopping list. All of my elastic decided to stay where it was supposed to be. I defied gravity a thing that i'm sure the whole of uxbridge town center is mightily grateful for.
Then a thought struck me as i was wandering down the isles in Wilkinson wafting my basket from side to side to ward off old people, small people and just people in general.
I WONDER WHAT THE CONTENTS OF MY BASKET SAY ABOUT ME ?
People judge we all know that and the first person to pull the "I never judge " card can cheerfully knob off to church and check on their reserved pew in heaven.
so what does seven ambi pure smellies of various scents, plus two plug in thingys, a mountainous amount of tampax bucket size and cat treats say to the less than discerning eye ? I have a feeling that it pretty much screams single,has cats, no sex life, house smells.
I think i might be doomed three out of four of those are correct. well maybe not the house smells bit or the single bit. It just goes to show that what people have in their baskets and shopping trolleys doesn't necessarily represent their lives, in my case it merely hints at the shit and acts as a wake up call.
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