This morning I grabbed my shopping tote and headed down to the supermarket. I got out the front door of the building and thought, "Hmm, seems like it is threatening to rain. Maybe I should get an umbrella. (pause) Nahhh, it's just a few blocks. It's too much bother going back up to the 22nd floor."
OK, I have been living in monsoon for HOW MANY WEEKS NOW? Approximately 800. Alright, like 11 or 12. Enough to know that when it even looks the teensiest tiniest bit like rain, you will soon be wetter than a Seattle swimming pool in April.
I got to the market without incident. The walk home, however, was a different story: torrential downpour starting just as I left the building. By the time I got back I was sopping wet, to the tune of having to go in the shower to wring out my shirt and pants, and towel dry my hair. Then I went to the kitchen to unpack my groceries, most of which were little affected by the waterlogging (fruits in plastic bags, that sort of thing). But as I pulled the last item out of the bag, a box of Barilla farfalle pasta, the bottom of the box--which was thoroughly wet and thus de-glued--opened up and the entire contents dumped out onto the kitchen floor in a semolina-based lepidopteran nightmare.
Next time I'm buying the ones in the plastic bag. It could have been worse, I guess...it could have been an $8.00 box of Cheerios.
2 comments:
That Thomas Kinade umbrella coulda saved the pasta.
I really think that "lepidopteran nightmare" should be a reusable label.
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