So maybe it’s the Halloween thing, or maybe it’s that Husband left today for Hawaii, or maybe I should stop finding excuses. Whatever. Here’s what happened:
I was driving Kid 2 to her friend’s house for a Halloween party. She’s dressed as a huge fried egg with horns and a pitchfork. Get it? A devilled egg. Ha. As I’m driving her, we’re chatting. We’re on the north side of town, and I remember that I need a bag of frozen tortellini for tomorrow’s soup. So I said, “Maybe I’ll just go to [the grocery store on the north side of town], except that it sort of makes me cranky to shop there.”
She sighed. “Mom, no offense, but you’re sort of already cranky. How much difference is it really going to make?”
No offense? Is there another reaction to have when your 13-year-old daughter tells you you’re pretty cranky? Whatever, again. So I went to [the north-end grocery store] to buy my tortellini.
Guess what. I wandered the freezer aisles for several minutes to no avail. I found the fresh tortellini, and would have bought it, but it was ridiculously overpriced. I asked someone in a [north-end store] uniform. She said, “Frozen tortellini?” as though I had asked where they stack their frog’s livers. “Yes, Ma’am. Frozen tortellini. I’d think it would be in the freezer section.” She nodded as if she understood me. Then she asked someone else. Who said, “Oh, yeah. We’re all out.”
All out? I could feel the crankiness building to the bubbling point.
So I sighed, walked outside into the seriously pouring rain, and drove to the other side of town. The south-end of town, where the friendly grocery store lives. If you need to know exactly how much of a whiner I am, you really need to understand that my town is maybe, on a good day, two miles long. So it wasn’t a long drive. But it felt long. Cranky? Hmm. Maybe Kid 2 was on to something.
I parked. I dodged a lot of raindrops. I walked straight to the freezer section of my Very Favorite Grocery Market and grabbed a bag of frozen tortellini. Which was on sale. I was greeted by the cashier, who commented on my eyelashes (I totally dressed up for trick-or-treat in my fake eyelashes and fake hair ponytail, because my life is all glamour, all the time) and shared a laugh.
Question: Why did I even think I should waste 10 minutes shopping at the wrong grocery store?
Answer: Nobody knows. Only a cranky person would even attempt it.