Why I don't go to supermarkets....

'You are late again! Why can't you come little earlier?", I said for the hundredth time. This was a typical Friday and Saturday senario. As usual my mom was late to pick me from my Kathak class. "Why can't you come on cycle if you have so much problem?", she said not willing to admit that she had overslept. Again.

"Fine. I'll take the cycle from next class." I say raising my hands surrendering.

I sit on the scooty as we zig zag our way through the Saturday traffic. We missed the lane leading to our apartment. "Our building was behind." I say. "I know you got an A in Geography but we are going to the supermarket."

 "Woah! How come I am being dragged in this?" I question. My parents are coming to stay with us for a fortnight the last thing I want them to say is we live in a cave." she answered. I am about to point out that all our cabinets are overflowing with stuff and they flood our house when we open even one of them.  "Besides, who will help me getting all the bags.", she adds like an afterthought.

 "Okay. I'll come with you." I add without mentioning that we were already on the way and I couldn't exactly hop down without being run into at least a dozen cars.

We finally reached there and parked the scooty at a weird angle owning to the lack of space. I grabbed a huge green basket and started walking to the chocolate section. "Stop!" said an authoritative sounding voice .Thinking that it was the police, I kept the basket down, raised both hands and was dramatically turning slowly to face the police. 2 girls standing behind me followed my suite.

 "Are you an idiot?" my mother asked. "Almost 3 people did the same thing. You can't go on screaming in a mall." I fought in my defence.  "You shouldn't have had.come" ,she muttered to herself as if I was practically begging to be here.

"Go get the X soap." she commanded. "Aye aye Captain." I said. "Sarcasm, tedious.",she said. "Wow! Raphael says that to Simon. I can't believe you quote a dialogue from my favourite book!" I say genuinely impressed.

 She looks as if she would strangle me. "Yeah bar of soap. X brand. On it." I say running away. I practically jog to the toiletries section.


 Surprise! Surprise! my way ahead is blocked because of some dumb kid who wanted to eat Nutella right away has managed to open the lid of the biggest jar and was eating it when he accidently dropped it and creamed the floor with cocoa flavoured chocolate and hazelnut mix. "Gods be merciful." I mutter, as the cleaning staff comes in glaring at everyone around them as if we dropped atom bombs on them.

The baby behind me starts crying, maybe feeling hungry looking at all the delicious Nutella on the floor. the mother starts pacifying him singing a song which actually sounds like a dying walrus. I remove my earplugs and listen 'Bandook meri laila'. Loosely translated 'My lover is like a gun'.


 I wait for half an hour before I reach the soap stall and I see there is no such X soap mom wanted. Either everyone loves that soap or the company stopped making them. I grab another soap and run to my mom. "It's almost 7pm. Everyone will start coming. Go with our stuff and stand in the line while I'll get the remaining items from our list.", she says. "Our stuff" turns out to be a mini cart and two baskets.My mom would occasionally come drop a few things and run behind leaving me juggling with two packets of biscuits, one bar of butter and one pound of shredded mozzarella cheese.


 Instead of juggling with all these things I decide to let the cart go slowly as I kick both the baskets. My plan worked fabulously before I got to the front of the line. The guy looked at me as if the baskets were his infants and I was physically abusing them.

 I quickly hand over all the things for him to bill. My mom shoved her way through the line and reached up to the front. We quickly paid and took 5 bags. Three bags were kept in front with two in my hands. I hoped no cop would see us.

 We reached home exhausted beyond any hope. Reaching home with our heavy weights, I switched on the television when my mom screamed.

"What happened?!" I asked. "My purse is missing! Oh God! I remember keeping it on the billing counter to help you with the bags. But I think I forgot to pick..... I couldn't hear what she said next as I had already fainted.



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Anusha