In Vons this morning, shopping for the dinner I’m cooking then dropping off for my friend The New Mom, walking aimlessly through the aisles although I should be rushing to get off to work at a decent time. I never shop at Vons, and while they’re carrying an increasing amount of organic and natural food and it is a pretty store, I don’t think I’ll be shopping there again anytime soon. Seriously, whoever designed that store’s organization system is on crack. I could not find anything. Granted, I was a little bit… out there this morning for some reason. But still. Rice and pasta should be on the same aisle. I’ll say it again. RICE AND PASTA SHOULD BE ON THE SAME AISLE!! Somewhere near that, there should be the stock and broth. ALL of the stock and broth, regardless of whether it’s organic or conventional. Okay. Now that that’s off my chest…
Next, at the cash register. Writing out my check.
Feb 4, 2007 dangit. April 4, 2007.
Pay to the order of:
Thirty three dollars and 46/100…. OH CRAP! Vons.
Amount: Thirty three dollars and 46/100
Cashier says, “Ma’am, you forgot to sign your check.” D’Oh!
Cashier asks (a bit late), “Oh… Do you have a Vons Club card?” Oh yeah. I do! “What’s your phone number, ma’am? I’ll just key it in.”
“541-1….. Um…. no wait. That’s not it. 547-1…. 1…. Um… Uh…. Oh my god, I can’t remember my phone number. What’s the number?” I said, gently hitting the side of my head with my palm as if I was trying to dislodge the digits from my tangled trap of a brain, like I was trying to knock it out somehow. I asked the lady, “Can I give you my mother-in-law’s phone number?” which I rattled off without hesitation.
In my own defense, we rarely use our land-line, and that’s the phone number I was trying to remember, but still. It’s been my number for 6 years.
One large cup of (gag) Starbucks Coffee and a Soy Smart Chai Protein smoothie later, things are starting to clear up in the brain-function department.
Strange that I had no trouble at all remembering the sequence of the 45+ asanas I practiced just a two short hours earlier, eh? Must have been all those backbends…