On a recent trip to the store I needed a card, bread, a can of soup and pet food. A really easy, simple trip, one would imagine, and yet I circled by the same bewildered stock person at least three times.
I picked out the card first. This was a bit of a hassle because their selection was too good. They had a card for every possible circumstance and I didn’t really know that many details but I eventually found a suitable generic yet sincere sympathy card.
Then I went to the pet food. No problems there. With two cats anytime I am out where I can pick up more food I do. Onward to get bread. Now, I live alone and feel very guilty about wasting food, so I have almost quit buying loaves of bread because I can’t possibly finish the bread before it molds. But I was craving a grilled ham and cheese so I had to have bread. On the way from pet food to bread I passed the refrigerated section. I saw the cheese and thought, when was the last time I used cheese? It may have been a while, better get some more. Feeling happy I thought of that I march on and realize I have completely missed the bread aisle. In my defense, the bread used to be more toward the front of the store, but then I should disclose that was probably three years ago. Oh, the bakery is close, maybe I will find suitable bread in the bakery. Onward, a great loaf of bread in my cart. Oh yes, back to the soup. At least it is only one aisle away. Can of tomato soup and a spare.
But wait, I’m not done. I make tomato soup with milk. Not only have I quit buying loaves of bread because they go bad, but I have also quit buying half gallons of milk, because they go bad. Milk is on the other end of the store near the cheese as you might imagine. So back I go again. The same earnest employee I told I didn’t need help the last time by is still there, at least he didn’t even offer assistance this time. It is obvious that I am a lost cause.
But as I walk back toward the front to check out I wonder why no one else ever seems caught in the vortex.