I live alone, can get to a number of grocery stores easily, and I don't like to plan. This means that I make a large number of small shopping trips, rather than a big weekly trip like most people. The point is that I often shop at irregular intervals, where I buy odd combinations of things I happen to be running out of.
I became conscious of this a few years ago when I got to the checkout and realised that I was buying pickles and ice cream. No, I wasn't pregnant, nor was anyone in my household, I just happened to need those two things.
That purchase seemed to tell an implied story about me, one so economical Ernest Hemingway would be proud of it. Even if it wasn't really true. So now I often wonder about what people might assume about me purchases. For instance, at the bulk store, I often purchase spaghetti and semi-sweet chocolate. I feel I should reassure them that I won't be having them together.
All this came to mind recently when I made another potentially suspicious purchase. I'd like to reassure everyone that I just happened to be running low on toilet paper the week before Halloween. That's the only reason I was buying it.
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