Sally in the Zen

Confessions of a Befuddled Zen Buddhist

Shopping

Recently I had to go shopping.  For clothes.

Yawn.

There’s shopping and then there’s shopping.

I love shopping … for food.

Really, is that such a surprise?

Yes, yes, I’m a freak.  Yea me!

Actual recent conversation that I had with an acquaintance.

Acquaintance:  When I go into Nordstrom, my problem is having arms.  I only have TWO!   Because I want to buy everything that I see in that store!

Me:  I have that same problem when I’m in Whole Foods or Trader Joes.

Acquaintance:  Wha?

Me (nodding emphatically):  I’m surrounding by FOOD!  SPICES!  And when my allergies allow, GORGEOUS AROMAS!

Acquaintance:  You’re a freak.

She just doesn’t understand.

She just doesn’t understand that I could spend hours roaming up and down the aisles in Whole Foods.  Just taking in the fresh sights and smells.  Perusing the bakery section and sampling freebies.  Wandering along the vegetables and musing over these babies and brainstorming the creation of our next special meal. 

And you know what?

I’m not the only one who gets mesmerized while grocery shopping! 

I’m not going to name any names, but someone (Zen Master) and his wife (Zen Mum) are just as bad.

It so runs in the family.

So together, we’re meandering through the prepared foods section!  The seafood area!  Perusing such wonderful eye candy known as the buffet display!

** … DROOL…DROOL…MMMMMM… **

All is absolutely, positively right in this world until…

until…

…my pants…revolted.

** … BIG sigh… **

Talk about a reality check.

How rude.

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