Four lovely lady’s from the television show ‘desperate housewives’ have already proven that domestic troubles can be quite entertaining. Though I’m a big fan of the show I could have never imagined that a homely chore like grocery shopping can be as exciting in real live. Moving to a big city has changed my views off supermarkets all together. Where I used to live shopping was done by boring house mums who had at least five mouths to feed back home. The domestic troubles they encountered weren’t quit as entertaining too them. The change of scenery brought a different audience with it and..a new attitude to grocery shopping for me.
Now when I go to the dairy section of my supermarket I check to see if my hair hasn’t made any sudden moves. Who known’s that cutie I bumped into yesterday might want to pick up some more milk today. If he’s not here I still want to look good when I arrive at the counter, the store manager isn’t too bad himself. Sometimes I linger a little bit longer at the meat section even after I have found what I came for..the dark eyed guy staring at me wasn’t on my list but I can make an exception.
From town to city I went from sloppy house tjik to ‘Of course I run all my errands on these Jimmy Choo’s’. I had to adapt , because my audience changed from housemothers too good looking students and attractive single men.
Housemothers don’t notice when you pick up a few stuff in your baggy house pants and oversized pullover. They don’t look up when you forgot to do your make up.
A little bit like the television show I’m faking it though. The glamour shoes come off as soon as I’ve closed my apartment door. There’s not much I like more than cooking and hanging on my couch in baggy pants.. Though I’ve starting dressing up for my supermarket I’m back to my old habits when I arrive at home.
