Answer: Bringing your list and bringing a pen that worked perfectly well ten minutes before, but now the damn pen won't work. I try everything, even using a lasagna noodle box as a writing surface, shaking the pen and forcing it across the paper, doing little more than ripping a giant gash across the list.
(back of my list -- with holes in it) |
I immediately start looking for the aisle with pens and other stationery items, but this is a tiny grocery store. Yes, the store has fabric dye and dog bones and wooden spoons, but it doesn't have tape, envelopes, or pens. I am, to be exact, shit out of luck.
I try mentally keeping track of my total dollar amount, but I'm not a human abacus. Eventually I start wondering if I'm at $27 or maybe it was $32 or perhaps I'm at $19. I don't even frigging know at this point.
As suddenly as my pen stopped working fifteen minutes earlier, it magically starts working again somewhere near the baking goods aisle. I quickly start calculating the items in my cart, but I cannot remember how much items were from five or six aisles over. Was it $2? $3? $5? I cannot recall, so I start randomly assigning prices to things.
When I finally finish shopping, I underestimate my total amount by $17. I rarely carry plastic anymore after having my debit card hacked, and I have to admit that I'm really liking not leaving a paper trail behind me. Except, of course, my paper list. My list that has pen scratches; my list that has numbers all over it; my list that has holes in it from a fickle pen that takes its sweet time to work (and nearly gets itself tossed to oblivion in the middle of the produces section).
Frigging pen. Just one more reason to despise shopping.