Inspired by another artist, I collected shopping lists that were left in carts, baskets and found on the floor.
Here are a few examples. Can you guess which belonged to you? What were they making?
List 1
bananas
sour cream
2 limes
broccoli
apple juice
monterey jack chedder
basmati rice
tortilla
sandwich flank steak
List 2
Rice Milk
Carrots
Potatos (spelled wrong)
Juice
Basmati Rice
Gluten-Free Muffins
? pork chops
Goat Yogurt
taco
List 3
Canine t/d
regular
biggest bag -or 3 small bags
List 4
milk
pita
chicken
steak Tips
kleenex
vegetables - carrot, broccoli
choc. chips
List 5
porky
2work
eeyx
vablyarkd
xeed
macroon
kopred + boler
zapkuayr
2 rice
nue
searndsincellerour fiery
ybeter
List 6
Brc
chicken salad
beet salad
burritoes
goat dream
blueberry muffin
List 7
Asparagus
Green beans
cabbage
purple cabbage
carrots celery
corn
cucumber
egg plant
Dill
Fennel
russet potatoes
spinach
yam
List 7
cucumber
7 small cucumbers
3 cups lowfat yogurt
1.25 cup mint leaves
3 radishes
1 cup chicken stock
cazpacho
red wine vinegar
6 large potatoes
1.5 cup canned tomato juice
2 red peppers
2 large shallots
2 cucumbers
1.5 cup dill
List 8
CVS - tampons, wipes and noxema
WF - fruits, kombucha, something healthy!!
DON'T BUY JUNK!!!! DETOX!!! NO REGRETS!!!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Shopping Cart Wii
I had that nightmare again last night. I was caught in a video game, controlled by some big black-haired gender unspecified person with big giant hands. S/he controlled my actions and sent me on another wild goose chase in search of baskets and shopping carts with broken, squeaky wheels whilst dodging inconsiderate drivers in massive Hummers. Oh wait, that really happened...
In order for customers to follow the "Please return shopping cart" procedure, the Nintendo gaming club should invent a game where the sweaty bag girl (or however you recreated yourself to be) runs around like a slave trying to return all the hard-to-maneuver shopping baskets from all corners of the parking lot. Maybe they will appreciate how much we do and how much we hate this part of the job. I love it most when those people who call themselves "environmentally-conscious" jam those things over the supermarket landscape of flowers and grassy knolls. And don't think we can't see you either. We see everything. Yes, everything. It gets worse on rainy days. Even the kindest people would rather get points docked at heaven's gate, then god-for-bid walk 300 feet to return the cart to the shed conveniently built in the center of the lot.
Today was a particularly rainy day. Carts were scattered everywhere. I tried to avoid going outside, waiting for someone younger and with more testosterone, but the Head asked me to collect carts since none were lined where they should be. Big Head said s/he would come by and help when a moment is freed. Yeah, that is what they always say, but what they are really thinking is, "When I get a moment, I will come help out you do some crappy-ass work that I would never do again. Yeah right. I'll find a way to keep busy."
Rain is fine by me. I like rain, especially when it's that Portland/Seattle drizzle. A bit of wind and chill is fine too. But here on THIS coast, the rain comes down in drowning buckets. One moment it's bright and sunny and everyone is happy, and the next, it crashes down on you as soon as you lock your rain slicker and keys in the car.
So far, I can't manage to push more than three carts in one stubborn stack in the direction I want without hitting a car while doing it. If you have suggestions, please leave them in a comment below.
Thank you and please come back again.
In order for customers to follow the "Please return shopping cart" procedure, the Nintendo gaming club should invent a game where the sweaty bag girl (or however you recreated yourself to be) runs around like a slave trying to return all the hard-to-maneuver shopping baskets from all corners of the parking lot. Maybe they will appreciate how much we do and how much we hate this part of the job. I love it most when those people who call themselves "environmentally-conscious" jam those things over the supermarket landscape of flowers and grassy knolls. And don't think we can't see you either. We see everything. Yes, everything. It gets worse on rainy days. Even the kindest people would rather get points docked at heaven's gate, then god-for-bid walk 300 feet to return the cart to the shed conveniently built in the center of the lot.
Today was a particularly rainy day. Carts were scattered everywhere. I tried to avoid going outside, waiting for someone younger and with more testosterone, but the Head asked me to collect carts since none were lined where they should be. Big Head said s/he would come by and help when a moment is freed. Yeah, that is what they always say, but what they are really thinking is, "When I get a moment, I will come help out you do some crappy-ass work that I would never do again. Yeah right. I'll find a way to keep busy."
Rain is fine by me. I like rain, especially when it's that Portland/Seattle drizzle. A bit of wind and chill is fine too. But here on THIS coast, the rain comes down in drowning buckets. One moment it's bright and sunny and everyone is happy, and the next, it crashes down on you as soon as you lock your rain slicker and keys in the car.
So far, I can't manage to push more than three carts in one stubborn stack in the direction I want without hitting a car while doing it. If you have suggestions, please leave them in a comment below.
Thank you and please come back again.
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