I am a sucker, and I admit it

It was raining and just plain UGLY out in Edmonton today. I have some photos from my Nikon to prove it, but I’m all cuddled up in bed with my Macbook, some candles, and some melatonin to eventually help me get the sleep I so desperately need! (As evidenced by these rather large bags under my eyes. Ick.) So this Instagram shot will have to suffice:

Yeah. It was nasty today, all day. I went to work in a downpour, came home in a lighter mist, and then after making a delicious macaroni and cheese casserole with Thomas (omg so GOOD) I settled down to watch the newest 16 & Pregnant (shut up) before going out grocery shopping.

Yes, I prefer to grocery shop at the end of the day. I just hate the crowds on the weekend; I always feel like I’m about to run somebody over with my cart, and the checkout lines are just insane.

So, I braved the weather and headed to the nearby Superstore at 9pm to get the food we’ll need to survive the rest of the month on.

After such a cheesy dish of delicious awesomeness, I was definitely craving something sweeter to munch on when I got home. After I picked up what we needed (and a few things we didn’t — damn that store is easy to get distracted in!) I wandered over to the bakery section to see what would satisfy my sweet tooth craving.

And it’s not something I’m accustomed to having either! I’m more of a salty-savoury loving person, and very rarely do I want to nosh on something sweeter.

Finally, I spied my prize: donut holes (Timbits, if you want a name brand!). I tossed them into my cart, then headed to the relatively short checkout line.

After paying for my merchandise and heading back out into the rain, someone started to approach me in the parking lot. My first thought was “Okay, Tuesday night, 10pm, lone woman pushing a heavy cart of groceries…shit.” but this was a guy I’d seen before in the same parking lot. He asked me if he could have just a couple seconds of my time, but knowing his spiel I said “Sorry man, I don’t have any cash or change on me.” He started to say “Well, thanks for your time, have a good night!” when I interrupted and said “But I have a cart full of food — are you hungry?”

He said yes, and asked for something small that he and his buddy could split. I looked into my huge Ikea bags, and there parked right on top were…my donut holes.

Sigh.

I gave him the small box of donut holes and came home, dejected. I contented myself with eating the Baked Dill Pickle chips I bought, but it wasn’t the same.

I hope he and his friend enjoyed them at least