Welcome #TBT / Throw Back Thursday! Where I
am going to be delving into the depths of blog posts past and repost some of my
favourites to share again with you all! As someone who has been blogging for
over 2 years now, I have written over 400 blog posts, some that should probably
remain hidden and some that I’m still pretty proud of and are still relevant to
me. Which is why I thought it would be fun to run a #TBT series each week up
until Christmas and share with you all my personal favourite old ‘Lipsticks
& Lashes’ posts.
I love shopping for
Make Up, Clothes, Bags, and Shoes etc. Hell I even went on a shopping holiday
to New York and it was heaven! However send me to a supermarket and I turn into
an evil trolley bashing troll. I HATE IT!
I used to think it
was where I was single and whenever id go grocery shopping it would be full of
loved up couples in the aisles pashing. Who would have thought, if you’re
looking for a top romantic spot head to your local Asda! It gets worse, these
loved up lumps then have to stop and kiss every few yards in the centre of the
aisle so you can’t get pass or right in front of the item that’s right at the
top of your shopping list so you have to wait for them to get over themselves
and move on. NIGHTMARE!
Next up is the old
people, who when there is one of those trolley blockages at the end of the
aisle and the one hot single guy moves to let you through, they barge past you
and knock you out of the way! Then to add insult to injury they then have the
cheek to turn and say than you to you! Err for what?! Allowing you to be
intentionally rude! Yep sure it was my pleasure!!
So by this point my
stress levels are sky high and I've totally forgotten the reason why
I entered the store and am aiming for comfort in the chocolate or alcohol
aisle, whichever one is closest. Its then at this moment I usually encounter
what I like to affectionately call ‘The Brats’ (all right, it’s normally
something a bit ruder but my mum might read this!). They are the spawn of the devils
kids and are running around like they've stepped out of a loony tunes
cartoon and eaten a crate of blue smarties. They bash into you and your trolley
and send you flying and are screaming louder than someone who’s being tortured
in a SAW movie. ‘Dear Parents, if you cannot control your children
please don’t take them out in public to rein terror on everyone else!’ Oh
and then throw in the tantruming toddler with the chav mum shouting abuse at it
because you know that’s bound to calm them down. Yes kid, I understand your
pain, if someone was talking to me like that I’d be taking it out on the floor
too.
Having nothing in my
trolley that I came in for, and am instead laden with a ton of impulse buys
that I don’t need, I head to the checkout. After waiting ages while the
checkout assistant chats a load of rubbish small talk to the person in front of
me, I eventually am at the front of the queue.
Check out Lady:
“would you like a hand packing?”
Me: “Oh no thank you, I’ll be OK”
Thinking I'm doing
her a favour saving her from the job, its then like she’s taken offence to me
and scans my items through at lightning speed! She then makes a big show of
having to wait for me to finish packing!
All I can say is
thank the lord for the wonder that is on-line supermarket shopping!
My stress levels are eternally in your debt. As for those items I need there
and then I bask in the joy that my local supermarket is open 24 hours a day so
I only venture in late at night to eliminate any of the previous mentioned dangers.
