POP!

Bubble wraps, what is it with bubble wraps that makes so special, so special that a lot of people are addicted to it? Like heroin it was used for something else but now many use it to satisfy their addiction to it to a point where specific products are made to increase the effects of the products' abuse, bubble wraps now faces the same dillema with this, specifically made to satisfy your inner need to feel, hear and experience the sensation of popping the bubbles in bubble wraps.

Melancholy of a toilet paper purchase

So there I was waiting in line to buy a pack of toilet paper (premium quality of course, I'm really particular on what goes on my ass), I picked the specific line because there were two people, count them, TWO people, in front of me and the lane was supposed to be the fast lane, it's a basket only line, no trolley's allowed, so I thought "this isn't going to take long", maybe its just me, maybe it's fate I don't know but this became the longest queue I had to stand in for a pack of toilet paper.

The first person wasn't much of a problem she was in and out pretty fast, the second person was a lady, she looked like trouble, by that I mean she had that "I'm gonna kill you" expression on her face, then I saw her shopping basket, there was a full size pillow on it, yes on the basket not in it. Once the first person was done with her business she the second lady than proceeded to empty her groceries on the counter. Beside the pillow she had packs of soap, shaving cream, a potato peeler, bags of fruit, stacks of chocolate bars and assorted candies, I think she created an entirely new dimension for her to put groceries in that basket. So I asked the lady of I can cut in line because I was only carrying one pack of toilet roll, true to her expression she said no, I thought it was fair enough, she got there first but I didn't think the "I'm going to kill you" expression was necessary when she said no.

When it was time for her to pay she pulled out a credit card, an ANZ Visa card as I recall, the cashier guy then proceed to swipe the card to the machine, which was on a different counter, I saw the guy swiping it several times and I thought "oh god this is going to be a while". The cashier guy then asked the lady if she had another card because her first one was obviously not working, she then produced another card which again didn't work. At this point I asked the cashier guy if he could put the lady's payment on hold while I pay for my pack of toilet roll, with cash. The guy told me to be patient so I looked at the cashiers to my left, which was not the fast lane and it seem to be going quite smoothly but it had trolleys, with more stuff in it, it discouraged me to switch lanes when I saw what the other guy next to me had in his trolley.

After some time the lady hasn't finished with her damn payment so I jumped lane and asked this other lady in front of me if I can cut in line explaining to her that I've only got a pack of toilet paper, kindly enough she let me pass, now the person who is now in front of me was just about to finish her shopping and I thought "finally I can go home with my toilet paper" I had my money in my hand ready to pay for the toilet paper, then the person in front of me produced a debit card from her purse, I felt like crying.

It took almost half an hour to buy a toilet paper in that grocery shop, I'm never going to buy anything from that store ever again.

Down time

What's a single guy to do after a moderately busy week on a Friday evening after work? I sit in a cafe drinking camomile tea while reading a recently bought copy of Fromm's "Fear of freedom".

"Gaza is lost"

Says one of the officials in Mahmoud Abbas' government with regards to the recent conflict in Palestine. My question is why would the Palestinian government care about some Australian guy called Garry being lost in a middle of a potential civil war? and why would Garry be in Palestine to begin with? He should have at least brought a map or ask around so he won't get lost.