So this post has nothing to do with San Francisco per se. However, since I now live here, the titles will continue under that format for a little while cause I am so damn stocked that I live in San Francisco, OK? OK..

So you know how it is when you try to make time through a busy month/week to do that Big Super Market Shop? You know the one.. the one you are dreading that involves 24 rolls of Toilet Paper, 5 liters of washing liquid, 50 tablets of dishwasher powder and other assorted Non-Frequent buyers.

That one.

So you try to make it to a weekday night because you know the brat factor will be at a minimum and the only other people down the isles are Singles, Couples or Sane Human Beings.

You didn’t make it though for at least ten days of trying and you are now down to considering using kitchen napkins for the loo as the roll has about ten leaves left and you just know that is not going to cut it.

And no.. using kitchen napkins is not comfortable.

Not that I would know.

I have only heard…

Anyway.. so now it is Sunday and yourself or yourself and your partner have to make your way to the Super Market.
You prepare yourself for the endless sea of brats.. the tantrum throwing.. the screaming down at the chocolate/chip isles (which btw, is an awfully effective deterant if you are on a diet) .. the touching of your thighs while small kids waddle by and the proud parents thinking it is SO CUTE! isn’t it? huh? Only MY kid is THAT CUTE..

You are prepared. And you know it is going to happen. Look, you even packed your bag sized disinfectant wipes because you know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the trolley will be packed with snot and sugary syrup stains from tiny lil palms (along with all the rest of the germs).

What you didn’t prepare for (AGAIN) is the Senior Factor.

They exist in every country.. it is the Seniors who refuse to change their routine and insist on going out to shop at rush hour in stores.

These Seniors don’t take advantage of the fact that they can go down to the Super Market at 10am, easily find parking, stroll down the isles (or Zimmer down the isles.. depends on levels of Seniority here) and go home within the hour.

These Seniors insist to go to a an extremely busy Super Market at times that the people who have no choice but to go at those times because they work are there.

Not only though do they insist to be there at the busiest times.. they insist you Respect them, Help them, Feed them and Change them because they are Seniors.

And you are left to wonder “WHAT THE FUCK?!”… You are left thinking “Hang on.. these people stay home all day and watch As The World Turns and Wheel of Fortune and all these people who work 12 hours a day have to make room for their needs? Fuck off!”

I have promised myself that I am going to be a good Senior Citizen if my body will let me get to that age.. To ensure I remember, I am making a list of things that I will never ever do, and things to remember to do.. hopefully I won’t go senile and refuse to follow it :P

Song of the Day:
The Joker, Steve Miller Band