Grenada grocery shopping:
On Sunday I needed to get a few groceries. It was one of those mornings where I did everything possible to get out of going, but in the end, a hungry husband and an empty fridge won.
I got the essentials ready for the grocery adventure: wallet, grocery list (and the back-up list of meals for the items that simply cannot be found that week...TIG), backpack, and reusable bags. Forgetting any of these items, as anyone without a car in Grenada can attest to, means an even sweatier walk to IGA and back.
Usually, if I only have a few items to purchase, I head to Foodfair which is only about a 2 minute walk from our apartment. However, since it was Sunday, the only store open (really, the only store open near Grand Anse) was IGA.
I did the dreaded walk (I know, being a bit melodramatic) and searched for the items I needed. I decided to splurge that day and buy 6 cans of soda...we totally didn't need this, but after the last couple of weeks we have had, we could use the sugar lol!!! Surprisingly, I found what I was looking for with ease (I have stopped looking for butter, altogether) and headed to the check-out.
As the items started going through check-out I thought: "maybe today I will take a reggae-bus home". I was exhausted, sweaty and just plain cranky...maybe a reggae-bus would make my day (yes, never thought I would think that either). As I stepped out of IGA guess what I saw....NO REGGAE-BUSES IN SIGHT! I started the walk home and thought "really, not one bus doing the slow drive by asking 'hey pretty lady, want a ride'?" Yes, this pretty (sweaty-mess) lady did want a ride...where were you reggae-bus man?
By the time I reached the end of the street, near CIBC (for those who are all too familiar with this walk) I decided I could just suck it up and make it home. As I am nearing closer, counting my final steps to freedom, I suddenly realize my bags are much, much lighter and this is what I discovered....
The entire bottom of my reusable grocery bag had ripped open and my groceries were now up one end of the sidewalk, with cans of soda rolling into traffic. (It is moments like these that I must remember to always pack my camera).
Let me tell you, when you spend a small fortune on 6 cans of soda, you better believe that I am running after them all; those suckers are liquid gold. Thankfully, we only lost one can. I was too embarrassed to chase after it, as it rolled along the road, against the sidewalk, spraying soda in every direction.
For those that may have heard about the crazy white lady running after her groceries on Sunday afternoon, yes it certainly was me!!
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| The hole |
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| Down a soda |
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| hahah they were all dented! Thankfully no one ran over any. |
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| The inside damage |
Until our next Grenada adventure...