Original Elasticated

Wednesday means my weekly trip down to Coles to trawl up and down the aisles searching high and low for whatever the centre needs. Today the item I struggled to find was vegetarian sausage roll filler. It's actually quite nice, but I sort of feel that it's cheating to eat a meat replacement if you're a vegetarian. I can understand if somebody just doesn't like the taste of meat, but when they are not eating meat because of their conscience, well I just think that that's stupid. I'm okay with religious vegetarians though. When I asked the stock filler where the vegetarian sausage roll filler was she pointed to the box right in front of me. Oh well.

I was lucky enough to stand in line for 15 minutes at the check out today. There was an old lady in front of me who took forever and wanted to keep talking even after she'd given her money over. That's cool though because I get lonely too sometimes.

The other lady in front of me I wasn't so cool with. She had one trolley, but decided to separate her groceries into three different groups which she paid for separately. On 3 different cards. It was painful. Thankfully I was able to listen to a conversation the two girls behind me were having. I wasn't eavesdropping, because that is beneath me, I was merely taking an interest in my surroundings. Anyway, here's the dirt. The two girls worked at another childcare centre, and one of them was talking about how she was so hungover she didn't know what day it was. She was relating the events of the night previous and she went through in detail what her boyfriend had been drinking. It was quite a long list. Apparently he drank that much that when it was time to turn in for the night she went and got a bucket to put next to the bed. The boyfriend had told her that he didn't need the bucket, but she got it anyway. She said that when it comes to the bucket she just doesn't trust him anymore.

I've done some pretty horrible things to people over the years, but I don't think that I've ever spewed on anybody while they slept. I've certainly spewed on myself, but everybody does that at some stage. I guess it just goes to show that when it comes to love people can be very understanding.

Unfortunately when that love is gone people seem to lose that acceptance. This has been illustrated to me recently at the centre by one of the families. They are in the process of divorce, and it's really quite sad. Both parents are telling the child different things and making it extremely confusing. If only they could stop acting like 5 year olds and stop being so selfish. Ego can be a bitch.