Excursions.
I have dabbled recently in a life outside of the library.
This other way of living seemed to involve many a trip to sainsburys (other supermarkets are available). In this mecca to tinned peaches, pasta bake sauce and white wine the boundaries of my two lives (the other one being that of blue 3 in the library) started to blur. Blue 3 was in the fruit and veg aisles.
These sightings happened within a few days of each other. I am still disturbed by them, and now take slightly more care of my appearance when popping out to get some organic milk. They were both sightings of my library crushes!
First sighting was of library crush’s january replacement. Sunday afternoon with no make up on. Scary sight indeed. There were momentary glances of mutual recognition over by the mushrooms. I went to the check-out shortly after. (Probably one of those self check outs, which most likely added more trauma and stress to the whole trip. I mean I am certain those machines are meant to make us believe they are helping us, making our trip to the consumer hell a bit less, well, hellish. But they make it worse. To start they ask if you ‘have your own bags’? So ‘yes I do’. They are made of clothe. The scales do not recongise any weight. Strange that. The supervisor has to double check you have you’re own bags before you can proceed. Why? During all of this that stupidly loud, calmed voiced and consending women feels the need to ‘instruct’ me. Yes I know I haven’t taken my bags of the scale yet, that’s because I am sorting out the packing, and am putting my purse back into my handbag and am organising all my other fecking bags so I can leave the store in some type of composed manner and not get mugged as soon as I step outside by some scally, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME TAKE MY BAGS OFF THE SCALES IN A FUCKING MINUTE - YOU IMPATIENT LADY VOICE!!!) *
I saw the original library crush a few days later. In typical the me and library crush way we kept bumping into each other from aisle to aisle (no I am not stalking him, this supermarket just has a very logical shopping path). With my standard lack of subtlety and grace I had quite the glance into his shopping basket. He likes vegetables. I was hoping the red wine was for sole comsumption, or maybe to put in a nice pasta sauce that he will eat on his own. More importantly, a brand new discovery about library crush, wait for it - HE IS BLIND. Well he wears glasses so at the very least visually impared, fan of the contacts I assume. (Why I am attracted to the visually impared? - subconciously I must want blind babies or something, worrying.) I left with my shopping feeling wiser.
*I would like to blame this rant on listening to a Prodigy album whilst writing and also for not going to Thai Bo this week, thus not having worked out any rage for a while.
