We went to SKH last night to go buy some food for the kitchen and well, I got really bored so I went off to this empty aisle and just sort of sat there and wrote all the following down. I’m not kidding. People were looking. As if you’ve never seen anyone sitting on carton of baby wipes before writing her blog because she hasn’t got anything else to do in this forsaken pit.
7:58 pm
This is great. I’m sitting here on s box of wet tissues, alone in a secluded aisle of tampons, toothpaste and herbal medicines, in a really, REALLY, cramped up grocery store. And guess what, you can even see everything I’m doing if you look into security TV number 4 (I know so, my sister just told me). Geez. I wanna go home!
8:00 pm
Speaking of which, the awesome Epiphone electric guitar that I really want, ahem, need, is sitting on its rack calling out to me. “Chelsea, buy me. Buy me. Buuuuy me. You know you want it.” AAAAAAARRRRGGGH. Get me away from here! Ah, we’re leaving.
8:02 PM
Apparently not. And the intercom keeps paging for someone named JoJo. I should really move from this spot (aisle of instant noodles and coconut and egg jam. WHAT?). People are looking. I mean, get a life!
8:21 PM
“Welcome to SKH Supermarket, where comfort is not an option! Try out our special, squeeze through our ubër tight aisles and knock other people senseless. It’s great! Get in line, now! Because here at SKH, we love to see you get squished!”
8:22 PM
They really, REALLY need to renovate this dump. Perhaps a bigger floor area?!
8:34 PM
My hopes of going home have long been dashed ): Gawrsh. I never expected this to happen. The cashiers are having a bit of trouble, okay, a LOT of trouble with the credit card and are taking out every single thing in the grocery bags. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
8:36 PM
Apparently there’s something wrong with the credit card. Dude, it’s NOT cut. Is it?
8:44 PM
Oh no, thank God. One of the ladies was a new employee (she definitely will not be winning the employee of the month contest any time soon, you can count on that) and well, she keyed everything in wrong so the other cashier had to do it all over again. WHAT? What are the scanner thingies for then? Whew. For a second, I thought the credit card’s gone over the limit or something. Haha. Oh well. Homeward bound.
Take my advice: Never, I repeat, never, go to SKH if you're claustrophobic. (It means the fear of closed spaces and NOT the fear of Santa Claus. Really.)