Silly Grocery Girl

I guess it’s a kind of silly thing to share it on my blog. But yeah, I have to admit this fact publicly – I am terrible when it comes to grocery shopping.

No! Please don’t think that I am abnormal. Shopping is one of my passions! Like every other ‘normal’ girl, I like to spend hours at High street Phoenix, I like to indulge into never-ending bargain debates with street vendors at Colaba Causeway or Hill Road, I do go crazy with the feeling that comes when my legs cramp after walking through Linking Road lanes to find that correct piece of earring or balancing those huge shopping bags while dodging the crowd; but when it comes to grocery shopping, I just lose all my shopping skills and act like a moron!

Don’t believe me? Okay then beat this!

1. Mum asks me to go to the market to buy ½ a kg Bhendi, ½ a Kg brinjals, J&J shampoo, oil and soap. I go down. I shop for the veggies first, and then go to the closest chemist shop. “J&J oil, shampoo and powder… no no... give me a soap”, I say. The guy gives me three products. I am busy checking the expiry date, when the guy shoves the last product in my bag. I count – one, two, and three – I see exactly three products lying in my bag. I pay him and off I go, thinking about how cleverly I did my shopping. I come home and proudly show everything to mum – bhendi, brinjal, shampoo, oil, powder!!! HUH!! Powder!! How on earth did this powder come in my bag? I had asked for a bloody soap! And then I realized that that duffer chemist shoved a powder can in my bag. Such an idiot! I feel like going to him and cursing him, but then I think I am equally responsible for this goof-up, when my Mum says, “Such a moron you are! Even a school kid can do better shopping than you!”

2. Mum asks me to get rice. She says, “We usually buy the one that is for 27 or 28 Rs. per kg.” I listen to all her instructions very attentively. I go to the grocery shop and try to find out the 27 Rs. per kg one. But unfortunately, that one is out of stock. So, I check the other one – the one that costs 28 Rs. per kg, and I find it too! I quickly place my order, and within 5 minutes I am out of the shop. I go home and hand over the bag to Mum. Just within 5 seconds a loud scream comes out of the kitchen – “Priyanka, what’s wrong with you? This rice is full of black grains.” I check myself, and I see tiny black stones, mixed with the white rice, making a nice high-contrast picture.

I wonder how this happens. When it comes to shopping for clothes, I am very particular. Then why does it happen to me when it comes to grocery shopping.

Is it just because I am not interested in grocery (at least at this stage of life)... or like Mum says, is it just my silliness?