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One of the - admittedly very few - advantages of being a union member is that we get these gift cheques. Three times a year. You can choose whether you want so-called "culture cheques", for which you can buy books, CDs, DVDs, etc, so-called "home cheques", for things like bedlinens, household machines and stuff, so-called "health cheques", for washing powder, shampoo and suchlike, and a handful mode versions.

Today, Mum and I went to the nearby shopping center - originally, to do our weekly shopping for food, or maybe a little more. People are thinking of horting basic food stuff like flour, sugar, oil and the likes, "just in case". Which is a sorry proof of how much the older generation is experienced in dealing with a crisis. After all, many innocent bygoers got killed 50 years ago, just because they tried to buy some bread for their families. But I digress.

Anyway, I had a bundle of those cheques with me, and Mum and I discovered that the Auchan supermarket had anti-allergic and anti-stress pillows on sale. Now, you must know that the pillows I use were probably part of Granny's dowry and are in a fairly sorry state - every time I change the pillow-cases, the things lose half of their filling. They're fairly flat right now. So, Mum and I decided to get some of those pillows. And some new pillow-cases. Because the cheques are only valid till the end of the year, and because the stuff was on sale. Needless to say, the cart was full just with the pillow-y stuff.

Then we decided to stock up our toilet paper reserves, "just in case". And did our usual shopping. Now, toilet paper rolls aren't heavy, but they fill a helluva lot of space. Which wasn't a problem as long as we still had everything in the cart, but we dreaded the moment when we'd have to get everything out and carry home. Have I mentioned that we don't have a car?

But that wasn't the end of it yet. Mum had decided some time ago, that since I'm getting 50, which is a very dramatic event, I need to be comforted by a well-deserved digital camera. Which is awfully generous of her, I'd say. So she hunted down her boss (well, the XO anyway), who's a male unit and thus oughtta know more about those things than two technically challenged ladies. Said boss (XO) wrote me a nice, long list about what my future digital camera needed to know. So we decided that since my birthday is just two weeks away, and since we're already in the shopping center, we'd get my digital camera today. "Just in case", you understand.

We wheeled our bloated whale of a shopping cart across the whole complex, because I remembered to having seen a shop for fancy electronic equipment at the end of one of the aisles. It was the false aisle, of course, the one where the bookshop was. Now, it's a very small bookshop, and it only sells Hungarian books (shame on them!), but sometimes they have books you can't find in bigger ones. And Mum has been whining about not having bought a book about the Prime Minister's wife (she's a big fan of the PM), which she'd seen once and never again. So we got in, and lo and behold! they had the book. I guess they were a bit shocked someone asking for it (the PM isn't exactly popular in these days) and were happy to get rid of it. And I was happy to make Mum happy and get rid some of my book cheques who are also only valid till the end of the year. And Mum is happy with her book, full of nice, shiny photos about the PM's family life, including his wedding photo.

But I still didn't have my digital camera. So we went on, looking for the fancy electronic shop - and found it! Heh! I knew it had to be there somewhere! I left poor Mum with the whale outside the shop (they'd have gotten a shock had we tried to wheel it in, inclusive pillows and a frightening amount of toilet paper and all) and showed my nice, long list the shop assistant. She nearly wetted herself and asked me if I was a professional photographer or I only wanted to, you know, actually shoot some photos when on holiday.

Having cleared that the latter was the fact, she explained me that I didn't actually need a camera that could recharge satellites and drive spaceships or whatnot, and I ended up with one that cost the half than the one Mum's very expert boss (ok, XO) had suggested. It still can make photos or even videos and perhaps washes my socks, too. It's so sophisticated for being a simpler model that I'm truly scared by it. But tomorrow I'll take it to school to me and consult the arts and informatics teachers who're doing most of the photographing thing at school, and perhaps they can explain me what exactly have I bought - well, Mum bought it for me - and how to use it.

In any case, I'm happy with my new toy, and I hope very much that I'll be able to take it with me to Carcassonne next year and shoot hundreds of photos. Well, actually, I hope that I'll able to go to Carcassonne to begin with, but the mere hope to do so helps me to survive school at the moment.

I think something must be seriously wrong with me, if I've managed to write an entire novel about one lousy shopping trip, right?

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Date: 2006-09-22 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lhun-dweller.livejournal.com
Sounds like a very successful adventure! You now have:
- something on which to rest your head
- something with which to wipe your bottom
- something with which to feast your eyes.

I'd say you did well indeed! Enjoy!

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Date: 2006-09-22 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wiseheart.livejournal.com
You have a unique way to put things into the right perspective. *g*
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