I was going to run in, grab the lamb and get in the checkout line. What a positive, sensitive girl I am. In less than 5 minutes the cart was already filled with 4 bottles of wine, some rice crackers with nuts in the 5 gallon tub, and a box of granola bars and I was just approaching the section of the warehouse where the meat was displayed.
I swerved in and out of the deli section in search of the lobster ravioli they carried a few years back, and as I rounded the last corner, I caught the scent of the roasted chicken. I walked right past the giant platters of fake sushi and shrimp, the giant pies and cakes, the gallon containers of hummus, on a direct path to the hot box full of dozens of individually roasted chickens, marinated in an intoxicating blend of spices, that was nearly driving me insane. I lusted for a small piece of the crispy greasy skin.Hmmm, I wonder if I could grab one, casually stroll down the deserted luggage aisle, pop off off the lid and grab a little bit from the side, without anyone spotting me. I see people do that all the time with produce, and I'm going to pay for it, so it's not that crazy, is it?.
I’m always fascinated by people that stalk the free stuff, most of it tasty in a bite, but disgusting in a meal. Too much salt, too much sugar, too much oil, too big, too dangerous. How gross to have pizza, hot dogs, giant drinks at 10 o'clock on a Sunday morning. At the warehouse store. That's not me, I always think. I've got such self-control, I know if you bring some of that stuff home, you'll end up the next day laying in wait near the roller door, open sesame, open sez me! I do need the 30 rolls of toilet paper, the giant bottles of mustard, and the 500 count Calcium with vitamin D, and that roasted chicken.
Never go grocery shopping when you are hungry.