I know I’m supposed to hate the enormous/monopolizing/mega/discounted/superstore chains.
And I do.
I know I’m supposed to support small businesses, instead.
But I cannot.
Because like most of the mommies in the superstore, I am a broke-ass bitch who does not want to spend her days trekking about town on a scavenger hunt for more expensive tea tree oil shampoo, dog biscuits, printer paper, baby girl gifts, fresh fruit and gallons of TruMoo. No. And if I can have my oil changed while I’m shopping, all the better, thanks.
I do avoid the superstore. I go five or six times a year. Unfortunately, this prompts me to buy all the things I have trouble finding elsewhere; large butter beans, spinach and mushroom pizzas, cheap sweat pants, chocolate and peanut butter ice cream…
Of course, while I’m actually in the superstore, I see countless other items I feel compelled to buy; enormous jug of apple juice, pens, Valentine’s for the girls’ classmates, half a dozen cherry Greek yogurts, giant radishes…
The Mister, he sees other things we probably should pick up; additional baby girl gifts, yoga blocks, steaks, turnips…
By the time we’re in the check-out lane, I’m aware that this has been a costly trip. *sigh*
By the time we get to the oil change area, I’ve calculated that we’ve spent approximately two dollars a minute while inside the superstore.