SandwichShortOfAPicnic
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Thanks Bazza, the ride went very well, minimal stressors (apart from Spains countrywide power cut) and arrived home having had a good time. Lovely.Glad y'all made it okay!
MSG
Plans for today (2025)
- Thread starter Morning Glory
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Today's going to be a bit like yesterday:
Watch the IPL
Wait for the refrigeration tech to arrive.
At least yesterday he correctly identified the problem. The ventilator went on the blink and has to be replaced. The freezer still "freezes"but since there's no ventilator, the cold air doesn't move around.
Watch the IPL
Wait for the refrigeration tech to arrive.
At least yesterday he correctly identified the problem. The ventilator went on the blink and has to be replaced. The freezer still "freezes"but since there's no ventilator, the cold air doesn't move around.
Barriehie
Veteran
Whew! Better than a "new unit". That phrase gets used too much.
medtran49
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Make the marinade and cut up chicken for butter chicken to sit overnight in refrigerator. Same for naan dough.
Nice day at the beginning, crap day at the end.
Left this morning to make a 25-mile-each-way 100% backroads drive for an Aldi/Kroger/beer break errand. Totally peaceful, nice gentle rain the whole way, very nice.
I got home about 1PM, and MrsT wanted to go to Sam’s Club, so 20-mile-each-way half-backroads-half-congested-suburbia drive, but that wasn’t the worst of it.
Saturday afternoon, Sam’s was packed, and I mean, we couldn’t park at Sam’s, we had to park at a shopping center across the road and hoof it over. Never seen that before.
For me, that means get in and get out, but for MrsT, even though she had a list, it meant who gives a shit, I’m taking my time anyway.
Seriously, I cannot shop with this woman on my best day, and today was nowhere near that. It was elbows-to-azzholes in Sam’s, as we like to say around here, and her first item was a linen shirt she’d see in the mailer.
First, she got it down from the five colors/patterns to two. That took about 20 minutes. Then, between those two, she started with, “I need a white shirt, but I like this pattern…should I get the white one or the pattern?…the white, the pattern?…white, pattern?…pattern, white?…the patt—“
“Geez, it’s Sam’s Club, they’re $12! Get ‘em both!”
“I suppose…now, should I get the large, or the XL?…the large, the XL?…large, XL?…”
Back and forth, back and forth - she even asked two other women what they thought.
She finally made up her mind, and she moved right to the next table, where they had these flimsy sundresses, and I shit you not, it’s like someone dropped the needle at the beginning of the same record again: “I like this one that’s ruffled, but I also like the pleated one…should I get the ruffles or the pleats?…the ruffles, the pleats?…ruffles, pleats?…”
Same thing, right through the styles, colors, and sizes, almost word-for-word. It took over an hour just for those two things, and I’m supposed to just stand there, getting pushed and shoved by other shoppers, people banging into our cart, while she goes back and forth, because she gets angry if I go off by myself, or if I offer to shop the food parts of her list.
So I waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally, after more than an hour, we moved to a handful of snack things she wanted. She puts together little goodie bags for her clients, so she wanted a big box of little bags of snack chips/crisps, a bag of miscellaneous chocolates, a box of mini rice crispy treats, and a box of granola bars.
Sam’s has all their snack stuff in one big area. Except for rice crispy treats. Those are with the cereal. Or are they? No, they’re over where the health & beauty area starts, of course they are.
We had to fight our way up and down the aisles, until I gave up and asked someone, and we grabbed those. Then the same routine for the granola bars, which were somewhere else entirely, had to ask for those. We found the chocolates.
Then we got to the boxes of chips/crisps varieties. The fun family pack…the party pack…the hot fire pack…the crazy summertime pack - loads of slightly different combinations of the same things, and she had to compare and contrast the various boxes… “well, I think they’d like the Funyuns and the Munchos, but I’m pretty sure Allie said she doesn’t like pretzels…this one doesn’t have any pretzels, but Robbie definitely likes anything barbecue, and there’s nothing barbecue in this one, and this one is just different flavors of Bugles, but it’s just Bugles, y’know…” - that was another full hour…and on the way out, she decided against the rice crispy treats that I had searched and searched for and got peanut butter crackers instead!
But wait, it gets worse.
Finally, time to go. We had her stuff for work, and our stuff for us, two different orders, two different credit cards. I scanned and paid for our stuff on the app, no line, no waiting.
She had to pay for hers with her work credit card, so that meant getting in a line. While we waited she started looking for her Sam’s Club member card - “Don’t worry, I have mine.”
Nope, she insisted on using hers. She couldn’t find it. She tried logging into the app, but because she never uses it, it wasn’t completely set up for her.
“Use. Mine.”
She finally used mine. She unloaded her stuff onto the belt, I scooted around with our paid stuff and waited for her.
The cashier put her stuff in a cart. MrsT immediately took her stuff out and put it back in our cart.
“Don’t do that, it’s going to confuse everything when we try and leave.”
“No it won’t.”
“It’s gonna read my code on the way out and see there’s extra stuff in here.”
“No. It won’t.”
Well…yes it did, and we got pulled out of the automated exit and had to explain over and over again why we had two orders paid two different ways on the same membership card it the same cart. We ended up having to have two workers validate and rescan every single item. Another 20 minutes wasted.
That was the last half of the day. Murder. Pure murder.
Left this morning to make a 25-mile-each-way 100% backroads drive for an Aldi/Kroger/beer break errand. Totally peaceful, nice gentle rain the whole way, very nice.
I got home about 1PM, and MrsT wanted to go to Sam’s Club, so 20-mile-each-way half-backroads-half-congested-suburbia drive, but that wasn’t the worst of it.
Saturday afternoon, Sam’s was packed, and I mean, we couldn’t park at Sam’s, we had to park at a shopping center across the road and hoof it over. Never seen that before.
For me, that means get in and get out, but for MrsT, even though she had a list, it meant who gives a shit, I’m taking my time anyway.
Seriously, I cannot shop with this woman on my best day, and today was nowhere near that. It was elbows-to-azzholes in Sam’s, as we like to say around here, and her first item was a linen shirt she’d see in the mailer.
First, she got it down from the five colors/patterns to two. That took about 20 minutes. Then, between those two, she started with, “I need a white shirt, but I like this pattern…should I get the white one or the pattern?…the white, the pattern?…white, pattern?…pattern, white?…the patt—“
“Geez, it’s Sam’s Club, they’re $12! Get ‘em both!”
“I suppose…now, should I get the large, or the XL?…the large, the XL?…large, XL?…”
Back and forth, back and forth - she even asked two other women what they thought.
She finally made up her mind, and she moved right to the next table, where they had these flimsy sundresses, and I shit you not, it’s like someone dropped the needle at the beginning of the same record again: “I like this one that’s ruffled, but I also like the pleated one…should I get the ruffles or the pleats?…the ruffles, the pleats?…ruffles, pleats?…”
Same thing, right through the styles, colors, and sizes, almost word-for-word. It took over an hour just for those two things, and I’m supposed to just stand there, getting pushed and shoved by other shoppers, people banging into our cart, while she goes back and forth, because she gets angry if I go off by myself, or if I offer to shop the food parts of her list.
So I waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally, after more than an hour, we moved to a handful of snack things she wanted. She puts together little goodie bags for her clients, so she wanted a big box of little bags of snack chips/crisps, a bag of miscellaneous chocolates, a box of mini rice crispy treats, and a box of granola bars.
Sam’s has all their snack stuff in one big area. Except for rice crispy treats. Those are with the cereal. Or are they? No, they’re over where the health & beauty area starts, of course they are.
We had to fight our way up and down the aisles, until I gave up and asked someone, and we grabbed those. Then the same routine for the granola bars, which were somewhere else entirely, had to ask for those. We found the chocolates.
Then we got to the boxes of chips/crisps varieties. The fun family pack…the party pack…the hot fire pack…the crazy summertime pack - loads of slightly different combinations of the same things, and she had to compare and contrast the various boxes… “well, I think they’d like the Funyuns and the Munchos, but I’m pretty sure Allie said she doesn’t like pretzels…this one doesn’t have any pretzels, but Robbie definitely likes anything barbecue, and there’s nothing barbecue in this one, and this one is just different flavors of Bugles, but it’s just Bugles, y’know…” - that was another full hour…and on the way out, she decided against the rice crispy treats that I had searched and searched for and got peanut butter crackers instead!
But wait, it gets worse.
Finally, time to go. We had her stuff for work, and our stuff for us, two different orders, two different credit cards. I scanned and paid for our stuff on the app, no line, no waiting.
She had to pay for hers with her work credit card, so that meant getting in a line. While we waited she started looking for her Sam’s Club member card - “Don’t worry, I have mine.”
Nope, she insisted on using hers. She couldn’t find it. She tried logging into the app, but because she never uses it, it wasn’t completely set up for her.
“Use. Mine.”
She finally used mine. She unloaded her stuff onto the belt, I scooted around with our paid stuff and waited for her.
The cashier put her stuff in a cart. MrsT immediately took her stuff out and put it back in our cart.
“Don’t do that, it’s going to confuse everything when we try and leave.”
“No it won’t.”
“It’s gonna read my code on the way out and see there’s extra stuff in here.”
“No. It won’t.”
Well…yes it did, and we got pulled out of the automated exit and had to explain over and over again why we had two orders paid two different ways on the same membership card it the same cart. We ended up having to have two workers validate and rescan every single item. Another 20 minutes wasted.
That was the last half of the day. Murder. Pure murder.
Sit down and pour yourself a stiff drink.
OK - now another one. Feel better?
I avoid shopping with my wife at all costs, because I get exactly the same thing. The last time it happened, I went straight to the bar, had a couple of beers ("I'll only be five minutes, I'm just going to pop into T-Maxx") and waited yet another five minutes. I chatted up all the waitresses and finally ordered food. An hour and a half later, she breezed in and said "Oh! Didn't you order me anything? ". If she insists on buying me stuff, and I don't like it, it just stays on the shelf and never gets used.
Barriehie
Veteran
Pour yourself another one. Been there in another life and don't miss it. Now I'm pushing an elderly service dog in a dog stroller with boots on the concrete and a Blackhawk on my side. No bumps and most everyone likes the dog.
medtran49
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This is why I NEVER go shopping with someone who likes to shop. Once DD and DGDs got old enough to "like" to shop vs getting what we came for was when I gave them money and said go for it. I'll meet you at ?? for lunch, don't be late!Nice day at the beginning, crap day at the end.
Left this morning to make a 25-mile-each-way 100% backroads drive for an Aldi/Kroger/beer break errand. Totally peaceful, nice gentle rain the whole way, very nice.
I got home about 1PM, and MrsT wanted to go to Sam’s Club, so 20-mile-each-way half-backroads-half-congested-suburbia drive, but that wasn’t the worst of it.
Saturday afternoon, Sam’s was packed, and I mean, we couldn’t park at Sam’s, we had to park at a shopping center across the road and hoof it over. Never seen that before.
For me, that means get in and get out, but for MrsT, even though she had a list, it meant who gives a shit, I’m taking my time anyway.
Seriously, I cannot shop with this woman on my best day, and today was nowhere near that. It was elbows-to-azzholes in Sam’s, as we like to say around here, and her first item was a linen shirt she’d see in the mailer.
First, she got it down from the five colors/patterns to two. That took about 20 minutes. Then, between those two, she started with, “I need a white shirt, but I like this pattern…should I get the white one or the pattern?…the white, the pattern?…white, pattern?…pattern, white?…the patt—“
“Geez, it’s Sam’s Club, they’re $12! Get ‘em both!”
“I suppose…now, should I get the large, or the XL?…the large, the XL?…large, XL?…”
Back and forth, back and forth - she even asked two other women what they thought.
She finally made up her mind, and she moved right to the next table, where they had these flimsy sundresses, and I shit you not, it’s like someone dropped the needle at the beginning of the same record again: “I like this one that’s ruffled, but I also like the pleated one…should I get the ruffles or the pleats?…the ruffles, the pleats?…ruffles, pleats?…”
Same thing, right through the styles, colors, and sizes, almost word-for-word. It took over an hour just for those two things, and I’m supposed to just stand there, getting pushed and shoved by other shoppers, people banging into our cart, while she goes back and forth, because she gets angry if I go off by myself, or if I offer to shop the food parts of her list.
So I waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally, after more than an hour, we moved to a handful of snack things she wanted. She puts together little goodie bags for her clients, so she wanted a big box of little bags of snack chips/crisps, a bag of miscellaneous chocolates, a box of mini rice crispy treats, and a box of granola bars.
Sam’s has all their snack stuff in one big area. Except for rice crispy treats. Those are with the cereal. Or are they? No, they’re over where the health & beauty area starts, of course they are.
We had to fight our way up and down the aisles, until I gave up and asked someone, and we grabbed those. Then the same routine for the granola bars, which were somewhere else entirely, had to ask for those. We found the chocolates.
Then we got to the boxes of chips/crisps varieties. The fun family pack…the party pack…the hot fire pack…the crazy summertime pack - loads of slightly different combinations of the same things, and she had to compare and contrast the various boxes… “well, I think they’d like the Funyuns and the Munchos, but I’m pretty sure Allie said she doesn’t like pretzels…this one doesn’t have any pretzels, but Robbie definitely likes anything barbecue, and there’s nothing barbecue in this one, and this one is just different flavors of Bugles, but it’s just Bugles, y’know…” - that was another full hour…and on the way out, she decided against the rice crispy treats that I had searched and searched for and got peanut butter crackers instead!
But wait, it gets worse.
Finally, time to go. We had her stuff for work, and our stuff for us, two different orders, two different credit cards. I scanned and paid for our stuff on the app, no line, no waiting.
She had to pay for hers with her work credit card, so that meant getting in a line. While we waited she started looking for her Sam’s Club member card - “Don’t worry, I have mine.”
Nope, she insisted on using hers. She couldn’t find it. She tried logging into the app, but because she never uses it, it wasn’t completely set up for her.
“Use. Mine.”
She finally used mine. She unloaded her stuff onto the belt, I scooted around with our paid stuff and waited for her.
The cashier put her stuff in a cart. MrsT immediately took her stuff out and put it back in our cart.
“Don’t do that, it’s going to confuse everything when we try and leave.”
“No it won’t.”
“It’s gonna read my code on the way out and see there’s extra stuff in here.”
“No. It won’t.”
Well…yes it did, and we got pulled out of the automated exit and had to explain over and over again why we had two orders paid two different ways on the same membership card it the same cart. We ended up having to have two workers validate and rescan every single item. Another 20 minutes wasted.
That was the last half of the day. Murder. Pure murder.
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badjak
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SandwichShortOfAPicnic
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I got this far and a voice in my head shouted NOOOOOOOO, WORSE?!!
Also why is there no cry emoji response? This needs one!
I dislike shopping immensely and do most of it online but if I have to go I go on my own so if I want to get in and out quick I can or if I want to stand and stare I can.
I always feel deathly sorry for those guys sat on a chair or stood outside a changing room in a clothes shop looking miserable as sin. I don’t understand what having them there actually adds to the experience
On the odd occasion myself n Mr SSOAP go to the shops together it’s for a specific item (like the TV back in January) and if one or other of us needs something else from the same place we split up and meet back up.
Which ever one of us finishes first is the one in the restaurant drinking wine and not doing the driving home
SandwichShortOfAPicnic
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Plans for today are gauge if anyone wants breakfast (I’m thinking not as they were rolling around complaining about how full they were at 11pm ) and then it’s Star Wars day.. May the Fourth Be With You.
So we’re off to the Bristol Beacon to see Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra play Star Wars
) and then it’s Star Wars day.. May the Fourth Be With You. So we’re off to the Bristol Beacon to see Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra play Star Wars
Barriehie
Veteran
So far I'm not farther than thinking about yeasted waffles...
SandwichShortOfAPicnic
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I’m sure you made sausages not long ago but I can’t find the thread. Any idea where it might be.
SandwichShortOfAPicnic
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Thanks Bazza, appreciated.