Why you should never grocery shop in Germany on a Sunday... especially if you have a kicking hangover!
Doing the weekly food shop is, in my opinion, worse than listening to #4's list of ailments. #4 is the current wife of my Father and so called because ... well ... she's his fourth wife. My Mother is known as #2 but my Brothers and I have never been mean enough to call her that to her face ... sorely tempted a few times but never followed through. #1 we have never met and #3 was a blond gold digging banshee of hellish proportions.
Anyhoo back to the food shopping thingy .....
For reasons only discernible to the Dutch you can't do your grocery shop on a Sunday. Every bloody supermarket in the entire country is closed. Which might be fine for all the God fearing, the church going, the highly organised and those that have fuck all else to do during the week but for people like me it's a nightmare.
I am used to being able to pop out to the store on a Sunday and get a carton of milk cause we have run out, again. Now I am reduced to sending the baby cloggies out to stalk the neighbours cow and commit the heinous crime of milk rustling ....... or so I thought ........
After a family skirmish over the border into Germany last Sunday we spotted a Super Market that was open! HOORAH all of our grocery troubles were over! Of course we were curious so parked the car up and ventured inside. We realised the error of our curious nature exactly 2.4 minutes after entering the store.
a) It was completely full of Germans
b) It was completely full of curious Dutch
c) It was one of those stores where you have to walk around every bloody section until you can get out.
d) German shopping trolleys are less controllable than American shopping trolleys.
e) Entire families including Grandparents and long lost Cousins were having a grand day out.
f) The gits had put a "serve yourself" candy section at the end of the walk through so the baby cloggies drove us mad just at the point when we though that we were close to escape.
g) It took 23 minutes to get out of the car park.
h) All of the above mentioned aggravation was intensified by a kicking hangover from the previous nights social activity.
Moral of the story ..........
Never let your curiosity get the better of you and ABSOLUTELY NEVER go food shopping on a Sunday with a hangover. No matter how much you need a pint of milk!
I have resigned myself to being better organised and making sure all supplies are purchased Ala the Dutch supermarket opening times.