For the average person, a trip to the grocery store is not an adventure. But I have never been an average person, nor will I ever be an average person, so average events like going to the grocery store often turn into adventures. Tonight was no exception...
I'd made tentative plans to go to the grocery with a friend this afternoon, but for various and asundry reasons, that didn't happen. So after I had my supper of bacon wrapped, Daiya Cheddar stuffed Hebrew National Hotdogs, I grabbed my bike and headed out. I need to bake for a baptism party, so I really did need to go to the store. That, and I needed food that I could actually eat right now (long complicated story).
So I grabbed my bike bags and my backpack (and my helmet and gloves and all that good stuff) and set off. I got less than a block and realized my back tire was flat. Big sad face. Middle Brother had fixed it the end of June. It wasn't supposed to be flat again. I walked my bike back to my apartment, with a sad face on.
I called Middle Brother and asked him how hard it was to change a bike tire (I have three brothers, I've never had to change a bike tire). He started talking about it and I glazed over. Then he remembered that he had left a can of "fix a flat" here in June. He told me how to use it. I listened to him. Back outside I tried to spray the "fix a flat" into my tire. Spraying it in was fine. Then I tried to take the nozzle thingy off my tire. "Fix a flat" gunk started going everywhere. No big deal, I thought. I got some on my fingers and they started to burn. I went inside and rinsed them off and got a grease rag to help with getting the nozzle thingy off my tire. Once I got it off I realized more air had come out of the place where the nozzle thingy had been attached. So I reattached the nozzle thingy and tried again. I didn't have the nozzle thingy on all the way and "fix a flat" sprayed everywhere. Except on my clothes which made me happy. I finally got in on, finished inflating the tire and got the nozzle thingy off, getting even more "fix a flat" on my hands. Tire was successfully repaired.
I came inside and washed my hands, trying to get the "fix a flat" off. I called Middle Brother to tell him that I fixed the tire and complain about my swelling fingers (they looked like mini sausages and I couldn't really bend them). He told me that "fix a flat" wasn't really dangerous; it was just aerosol propelled liquid rubber. I could have quackled or scrandled him right about then. Liquid rubber = latex. I have a latex allergy. No wonder I had sausage fingers. Enter anti-histamines.
I still needed to go to the store, so now, about an hour later, doped up on anti-histamines, I left for the store. It was a good trip to the store. The store has lots of good things. Like sweet potatoes and sauerkraut and refried bean. The grocery store also has Jello. I was looking for sugar free jell tonight, because for reasons not important to this blog post I currently cannot eat sugar or anything high in carbohydrates (this is very sad. I love potatoes. Basically, I can eat meat and some vegetables, as long as they aren't starchy vegetables). I found the sugar free jello. It's amazing how much lighter the packages of sugar free jello are compared to the regular jello, and they make the same amount of stuff. I don't know how that works. It just does. Anyhow, I discovered that nobody makes sugar free blueberry jello. Blueberry jello is my favorite, but neither the Jello brand or the store brand had blueberry jello. I wonder why that is.
I also bought lunch meat (cuz I can eat meat!) and that's when remembered why I don't buy lunch meat. It's ridiculous how much junk is in lunch meat. Even the most basic turkey breasts had caramel color added. Caramel color is often made from barely, which makes in un-gluten free. Anything that didn't have caramel color had corn syrup. What happened to just plain old meat? I finally found some, but it took awhile. I should have bought pickles too. I like pickles. But vinegar doesn't like me right now, so it's probably for the best.
I also bought pork rinds. I've never had pork rinds before, but they look like chip-ish type things and they have no carbs, so they shouldn't kill me or make me sick. At least, that's the hope.
And then I came home from the store. It was dark so I wore my special vest with reflective tape and lights. It fits over my backpack, so that is nice. Now I'm home. I made jello and it's in the fridge so I can have some for breakfast tomorrow (today's breakfast was bacon and a hotdog, so jello seems like a step up in a weird sort of way). Now I'm tired so I'm going to take some more anti-histamines (my fingers are still really swollen and stiff, but they won't deflate now!) and go to bed.
And that was my adventure to the grocery store.
PS: anyone remember those yo-yo balls that were real popular about 8 years ago or so (when I was in high school)? They were squishy balls on a stretchy string type thing that had a ring to go around your finger like a yo-yo. They were pretty much outlawed and banned because kids would get them wrapped around their necks and strangle themselves or others. They were a fun toy, but the strangling part wasn't so fun. Anyhow, they were for sale in one of those vending machine thingies at the grocery. Packaged inside one of the impossible-to-get-open-unless-you-step-on-it plastic bubble things. Made me wonder. Have children gotten smarter and less likely to be strangled or have we stopped caring?
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