Can I just say I love my new living location? We are about the length of a couple football fields away from Trax making my life easier on those nights out on the town (drunk ass), only 10 minutes from work (left this morning at 7:45 and clocked in right at 8:00...shhyess!), and about a mile from the freeway giving me faster access to Arianna.
What else you ask? Winco. Yep, I said it. Winco.
I am literally l/4 a mile from the 24hr grocery store harboring creatures that make the "people of WalMart" look attractive (I include myself in this stereotype:::keep reading).
Now, people will often hear me say that I'm better than Winco because I had a traumatic experience once in their produce section while searching for fuzz-less strawberries, and another when I exited the restroom behind a lady who didn't wash her hands and then proceeded to molest every piece of produce with her nasty ass hepatitis infected hands.
So, why is it so awesome that I live walking distance from this magical place?
I'll tell you....
Last night at about 7pm the fridge ran out of beer. It was a conflict because both myself and Alex were about as tipsy as high school kids get on prom night after drinking wine coolers.
Shit. It's only 7 on Sunday and all we have is hard liquor in the cupboard. One of us probably could have drove, but after I crashed Indra's BMW last thing I should be doing is driving while semi-intoxicated.
Crisis averted :::: From our front porch we can see the bright neon glow of Winco shining in the distance. I threw on some sneakers and we booked it.
Now, a weekend of moving into our new place, I was tired. Exhausted actually. Drunk, full of chips and salsa, and exhausted. I hate grocery store shopping, and I hate grocery store shopping even more when I'm uncomfortable.
Then, like a ginger standing in a crowd of asians, I once again was presented with an obvious solution to my dilemma of laziness.
Alex told me someone was going to say something and kick me off. Bull shit. Who's going to question a homeless looking girl with dark glasses on her 'handicap' reason for using the COURTESY electric cart? No one. That's who. In the 20 minutes we spent in the store I went from sprained ankle, to blind, to post surgery anesthetic nausea, to just admitting I was being lazy.
I tried to make it look believable at first by stretching my right leg out straight...not sure why I thought that would deter any suspicion...? :/
Does this constitute as drinking and driving? No one was seriously injured, but I wonder had I accidentally ran over a small child if I would have been subject to a breathalyzer?
The best part of this adventure? I blended right in with the trolls of WinCo.
Beer, lemons, and limes.
Shit got real.
Now Listening To: Alex Acoustic Live at Talavera