I’m digging into the archives again because I didn’t budge from the house today except to nip down to Pick n Pay for a few things. I guess I could have lingered to take a few photos of selfish drivers who inconvenience everyone because they don’t want to park further than 4 spaces away from the entrance. Or I could have taken a shot of the angry old lady who became very suspicious of me when I accidentally rested my arm on her trolley – jislaaik lady, you’ve been around for more than 3 score and ten, is this what it’s come to?
I was about to ask why some people are so aggressive in supermarkets but I think I understand. It’s not only the rising prices and dropping quality, it’s the very act of having to stock up on groceries, repeatedly. It doesn’t matter how much you buy, you’ll have to go back soon, either because you forgot something or because you ate it all. I’m sick of shopping, I’m sick of the crowds, the surly cashiers, and yes, the high prices and the crap quality. Sighh…maybe I’m turning into an old lady who looks suspiciously at people who might molest my trolley, assuming I haven’t gone off it.
So, instead of angry shoppers here is a photo of the Rondebosch Common which only looks nice when it’s in flower and which Patricia de Lille, our mayor, recently protected so well from the hordes of poor people who used it to try to make a point. And in the background is the University of Cape Town, that grand old institution of learning, with its lovely backdrop. I didn’t attend it – maybe I should have and then I wouldn’t have to do my own shopping and I’d be an internationally renowned author of best-sellers instead of writing a little blog read only by my friends.
[insert smiley face here]