Gone shopping

I am enjoying the 3 weeks „In between jobs“ (or popular known as “housewife”) and abusing every aspect of it. It’s not like you’re given very often the chance to try drive a can car, do shopping at hours when other people do sweat in their offices and abuse my partner’s credit cards. So following the schedule of the typical “Housewife” I woke up early, drove my darling to the office, came home and pretended I do some house work and then off I go to shopping. No, no Valentino or Calvin shopping, but chasing the shopping cart in the supermarket and socializing with other housewives.

Never, ever go shopping before 5pm. The supermarket was actually running arena for small kids left of course unattended that were chasing and poking themselves, while other little girl insisted to do like mommy and care they own huge shopping cart. And best part was they speak no german. None, niente, nada! So here I am in my escape to only get milk in an operation that takes exactly 3 minutes, begging in German some kids that have blocked all means of access to the register with their carts. Determined enough and deciding ugly looks won’t fix their education, I manage to pass them to get into the next stopper: the responsible mommies. Gloriously representing the typical Turkish-living-sortof-in-Germany type of women over 30, exploded on the sides from the national food, the döner; two of them it’s enough to hold a barrage and no begs, no “bitte”, no insistent looks will move them from their place. That’s because the supermarket is a social place, is the place where you meet your girlfriends and can talk about that evil Tarkan did to poor Gizem in the telenovelas. And the fact that you don’t share the same passion nor are you eager to find out why Gizem was crying last night, it’s enough of a reasoning not to move one cm away so you can finally pass to the counter. Obviously, acoustic signaling won’t make it, they don’t speak even 2 words of german. My shopping odyssey takes so full 30 minutes, in slaloms between kids and fat women. Out of frustration I went shopping in Heidelberg afterwards. With my own CC.