I hate grocery shopping. It’s not so bad when I’m only there to fetch vanilla soy milk and cold cereal, but when I’m forced to find out of the ordinary items and can’t, I lose all patience. It doesn’t help that I don’t like asking strangers for help. Thankfully, though, I have RLO on speed dial.
“RLO, I’m at Albertsons. Where is the molasses?”
“Next to the maple syrup.”
“Um, RLO where is the maple syrup?”
I think it would be far less work for him to just do all grocery shopping for me. Wouldn’t you agree? He’d argue that he’s far too busy for such tasks. But since I’m such a charitable person when he’s pressed for time I’ll allow him to take a date along. I’ll try and remember to leave tampons off the list.