It was a cool autumn day…
Well, as far as cool and autumn can be in a tropical country where the only seasons are hot, hot and hotter…
We headed to the neighborhood supermarket as our food supplies were running low. Which actually happens on an almost daily basis in our family of 6. There’s always something missing or someone hungry for something.
As it usually unfolds, our short grocery trips evolved into some kind of time-sucking monster while we sat down for a snack, deliberated over the ‘best buy’, ogled at snacks, compared brands and before we knew it, the sky was colored a deep nightly hue by the time we decided to head home.
With a familiar burn in our pocket, we got home and started to sort the items we needed for dinner that night and found ourselves short one of our purchases – a packet of leafy vegetable. With all of us in the kitchen, there was a barrage of questions aimed at no-one in particular and yet everyone all at once. It was a state of chaos. Questions like:
- Is it in the pantry?
- Perhaps the fridge?
- Did someone misplace it?
- Where was the last place you saw it?
- Perhaps it’s still in one of the bags?
- Did someone throw it away by accident?
- Are you sure we even bought it?
And a slew of reactions were triggered.
- The fridge was ransacked again and again, by various people
- The pantry light was turned on and off in case we missed something the first time
- The empty bags were smashed together in an attempt to feel for a bulky packet left forgotten
- Memories were ransacked as to who saw it last and where
- Dad stuck his hand into the bin in case it was thrown away *eww* – unfortunately for him, this was before he got the inspiration to check for evidence of the purchase – i.e. the receipt!
So question 7 was answered. We did purchase it.
Knowing that it had to be somewhere along the way home from the grocers, we retraced our steps and finally found it… lying surreptitiously in the dark crannies of the car’s backseat. If only it knew the lengths we went to search for it!
Reflecting on it, I’m pretty sure we could have gotten from the problem (missing vegetable) to the solution (the car) much earlier. But with so many people fretting about the same thing, I think this was a hilarious interpretation of the familiar adage “too many cooks spoil the broth”.
Although, it did make dinner taste especially yummy that night…