They say you're not supposed to shop when you're hungry. I did anyway. But no, gentle reader, I didn't spend too much. Something very different happens to me when I shop hungry.
Hunger brings out my grouchy side. I'm hypoglycemic, so I get low on energy very quickly, and it makes me cranky. Not so much that everybody else notices, but enough that I just walk around silently hating things.
So there we are at Costco, and I'm walking around thinking, "Man, why can't they just put a floor in here? I hate this nasty pavement. And some better lights. Skylights, maybe. These fluorescent lights bother me. Oh, man, I hate macaroni and cheese. Stupid brand names of everything--what are they trying to build a monopoly? I hate all this consumerism! Why can't I buy less than two gallons of mayonnaise!? I want pineapple slices, not pineapple chunks! What if I just want one? Why is everything connected to five more of itself!? This produce sucks! I miss California!"
I ended up with a gallon bottle of balsamic vinegar and an 8-pak of Nalley chili. The sad part is that I don't really even like those things. They're just the only things that weren't pissing me off at the time. In fact, I don't even have anything I can eat the vinegar on. What is balsamic vinegar, anyway? Is it like normal vinegar? When I eat vinegar it makes my feet stink. Well, I guess for the rest of this week I'll be eating chili with a tablespoon or three of vinegar mixed in. I'm so "special needs" sometimes, I swear.