Shopping! Why do i hate it????

Hi all Well I’m still not feeling down as I have been so many times over the last few weeks. So many things are quite alien to me though take shopping for one. I used to enjoy going shopping with my stbx every Thursday not only to help out but also to spend some time with her. But today when in my local Asda I was well aware that for all my time trying to help I took very little notice of what my wife was actually putting in the trolley and where she picked those things up from. How the hell do you fill one of those things anyway? The things I did know were not the size I wanted now that there is only two of us. It was packed in there. I spent ten minutes inadvertently pushing a trolley that belonged to some other poor soul they probably had to start his/her shopping again (if you read this sorry) I then spent another five trying to find where I left mine. I had to buy some toiletries for my daughter but in all my time spent helping mstbx I never realised women needed half a supermarket just for all those lotions and potions paints and fillers Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh it was like trying to find a needle in a flippin haystack. That shampoo, this conditioner, blue bottle, red box, green tub. How the hell is a bloke supposed to buy tampons when he doesn’t know what he is looking for? It’s not as though you can ask the shop assistant “Excuse me miss I need some tampons” I can imagine her saying “Are they for you sir? Yes, NO!! “No they are for my daughter she is 17 about 5 foot 6 and a size 12 with mousey coloured hair, blue eyes and size 6 feet” ”???? Come on girls give a bloke a break. Why is it I always forget something or buy too much of something else? Why do supermarkets never put things where a man can find them?? Is it a deliberate act to try and prevent men taking over the household chores? Is it just so women can put men in their place when they return home empty handed?? You know what your like girls “You forgot the beans again!!” ”Sorry love.” “Men, Oh I don’t know why I bother I might as well get it myself.” come on now say you haven’t said it, you can’t can you? I hate shopping on a Thursday. In future I will take my daughter with me or I will go at night when I can walk around freely without fear of being knocked over by some reckless grandmother doing a three point turn by the canned veg, being held up by some old people having a friendly chat about times past in the middle of the fridges. Or even the spotty checkout girl who can’t tell the difference between a sweet potato and an aubergine. Surly every body knows what an aubergine looks like and why would anyone put sugar in a potato anyway? Hope you all have a good, day I am. Mike None of the Asda staff, pensioners, reckless grandmothers, any other person, Potato or aubergine present were physically mentally or verbally abused in the production of this Blog, Honest!!