To buy or not to buy…
mood: zombied
Yesterday, there was a fiasco in the kitchen- but that’s not today’s story. Today’s story is about how impulse buying, though stupidly expensive, is ridiculously hilarious.
Yesterday’s adventures in the kitchen led to the household needing new stove drip pans (just for your information, I had to rumage through the internet to find out exactly what they were called). So, off to Big Lots we went.
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We made our way around past the cosmetics section, through to the bathroom items area. Oh, new scrubbers for the toilets, could use a couple of those. Some multi-purpose cleaner, that too. But we reminded ourselves that we were actually aiming for the ‘kitchen stuff’ area so we trudge along, leaving the bathroom ‘back scratchers’ behind.
We entertained ourselves with the barbie pink christmas trees and light-up penguins, fake wreaths and Santa hats. NO! We need to find the kitchen stuff! So we moved on.
We continued to prowl the isles. Recliners? No. Bookshelves? Maybe, for our blooming manga collection? No. Haven Tables? What the FUCK are those? No no no. We needed kitchen-y stuff!
AHA! I spy pizza cutters and plastic ladles with my squinty eye (I had forgotten my glasses). We rushed and started burrowing through the plastic and metal but alas, no drip pans. There was a ‘Noodle set’ complete with stainless steel chopsticks and ‘Spoon beds’… but no drip pans.
Damnit, okay, let’s try Target. So we moved towards the exit– WAIT! We need mouse/mice for out laptops! And right there so very near the exit was the electronics isle. Whaaa… so many things and gadgets. OMG look! There’s those air-spray things to clean keyboards! MUST HAVE! I grabbed 2 and decided we needed a cart and [/gasp!!!] there it was, sitting just off the side of the isle.
So yeah, sitting in the bright orange cart was the 2 toilet-brushes, the multi-purpose cleaner, 2 spray cans of keyboard-air-sprayers and… a bottle of olive oil. Huh? This ain’t ours, we gotta put it back. So off to the food section we went.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! I see beef stroganoff and cheesy Italian pasta shells!!! All you gotta do is add water and heat! hah, only in America ^_^; I saw flour tortillas and remembered cheese in the fridge. Quesadillas!!!
There was nothing of interest back in the cosmetics section. WAIT! I LIE! LOOK!
We found ourselves back in the bathroom isle. Toothbrush, razors, flossing… things, Lysol. Ok we really gotta get going. WAIT! What’s the use of mouse/mice without mouse pads. Yeaaah, gotta grab a couple of those. Oooooh, iPod battery pack & speakers…
TO THE CHECK-OUT COUNTER. Pay, bag it, wheel it out, stuff it in the trunk and drive away. WEWT! Weekend shopping done before it’s even come ^_^
Half-way home and half-way through Busted’s ‘Sleeping with the Light On’. It comes to our attention that of all the shit packed in the trunk, not one of those items even resembles a stove drip pan. In other words:
Our shopping list: 1 set of stove drip pans
Not on our shopping list: Everything in the trunk
What we were supposed to buy
What we bought: Everything in the trunk
What we didn’t buy: Everything on our shopping list– and not in the trunk
What we ended up with
The last time I felt what I felt sitting in the car after that realization, I had asked the question, “So… why IHOP?”
BAKA BAKA BAKA!!!
So it’s off to Longs we go, making a silent vow that we would not buy anything BUT stove drip pans. Luckily, there were just enough on the shelf. Alright, that’s it! To the check-out counter! Wait… I see Berry Trees, and Pimp Hats… and Red Bull…
IMPULSE BUYING FTMFL!!!
Ja, mata ne ~
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