Since I'm not feeling all that hot, I sent der B to the store for a few items. I wanted onions and Kitchen Basics Beef Stock, so I can make onion soup tonight, and some bread for the soup as well. I reminded him to get the GDNP (that's a
High Anxiety ref, for G..D... NewsPaper, for those who are interested). And I asked for some ginger ale, which I always enjoy when I ail.
He came back with seven bags filled with "stuff".
This is not unusual for couples. I see it all the time. There's the one half of a couple who does the regular shopping, and that person is very methodical and logical about how that shopping is done. They buy what they need, and stick to a budget.
Then, there's the times the other half of the couple goes shopping. Their eyes get big, they mutter to themselves "Hey, this looks neat!", and their hands develop some kind of glue to which all manner of stuff is attracted, a glue that disengages when the stuff is hovering over their shopping cart, only to reactivate at the next "neat" item. Supermarkets make a fortune off of these guys.
Der B will, at some point in the future, grumble because I'm not using all the stuff in my cooking. "Why are you wasting money?" he will ask. "Look at all these things we have here, waiting to be used!"
Like all the other one halves of the couples, I will simply sigh and shake my head.
It's my own danged fault, letting him do the shopping.
