Hiking Boots: DEATH OF A HOEGAARDEN
February 16th, 2012 |
Author: AdminIf you read my earlier post about my initial experience with the grocery store, than you know it was no walk in the park. An experience I look forward to back in the US, my trip here was more like a walk through a dark alley in east LA and I left wanting to cry. However, I was fortunate enough to make the next trip with a local who helped me navigate my way through the isles and identify things like sour cream, called casin creme, or cream cheese, called finlandia. I left feeling more confident about coming back alone….. at least I thought.
I went back on a Friday to drop off my laundry at the 5 aSec (laundry place in the grocery store). I practiced what I would …show more content…
Marisa vs. Grocery Store – Round 2. It started off well, breezing up and down the aisles feeling like I totally knew what I was doing. After the earlier loss of my 4 cans of Stella to the freezer, I made sure to pick up some more. In the process, I noticed one of my favorite beers…. Hoegaarden! I grabbed 4 bottles, thank you very much. I totally intended to cab it home so I bought soda, canned goods, water, bottles of beer and everything else I couldn’t possibly carry and walk home …show more content…
Es posible (pointing to the front door)?’. I was trying to say I needed a cab and could I get one by the front door. Of course she didn’t say ‘si’ or ‘no’, but something I gathered meant yes, no problem. I got my cart to the door and realized I couldn’t actually get it all the way to the curb. Oh the conundrum! I unloaded all the bags and took them to the corner where I waited for a cab. And I waited. And I waited. And I waited. Frustrated, I picked up all these bags by myself and attempted to walk to the next corner in hopes I’d have better luck. As I shlepped my way down the sidewalk I heard the sound I dread….. glass breaking. I stopped, looked down and almost collapsed. Not the Hoegaarden!!!!!!! I can’t deal with the loss of another cerveza – it’s just too much to bear. A nice man took pitty on me and helped me get my stuff to the corner, the same corner I had walked away from. As we attempted to communicate in the most comical of ways, I gathered he was telling me it’s difficult to get a cab on Friday nights. Well no shit señor, I pretty much figured that out BEFORE I lost my pricey cerveza.
After standing together awkwardly for what seemed like eternity, I attempted to tell him that I appreciated his help but he didn’t have to wait with me. (honestly I don’t know what I said to him but he did smile and walk away) After standing there like an idiot surrounded by bags of groceries, I decided to give walking
February 16th, 2012 |
Author: AdminIf you read my earlier post about my initial experience with the grocery store, than you know it was no walk in the park. An experience I look forward to back in the US, my trip here was more like a walk through a dark alley in east LA and I left wanting to cry. However, I was fortunate enough to make the next trip with a local who helped me navigate my way through the isles and identify things like sour cream, called casin creme, or cream cheese, called finlandia. I left feeling more confident about coming back alone….. at least I thought.
I went back on a Friday to drop off my laundry at the 5 aSec (laundry place in the grocery store). I practiced what I would …show more content…
Marisa vs. Grocery Store – Round 2. It started off well, breezing up and down the aisles feeling like I totally knew what I was doing. After the earlier loss of my 4 cans of Stella to the freezer, I made sure to pick up some more. In the process, I noticed one of my favorite beers…. Hoegaarden! I grabbed 4 bottles, thank you very much. I totally intended to cab it home so I bought soda, canned goods, water, bottles of beer and everything else I couldn’t possibly carry and walk home …show more content…
Es posible (pointing to the front door)?’. I was trying to say I needed a cab and could I get one by the front door. Of course she didn’t say ‘si’ or ‘no’, but something I gathered meant yes, no problem. I got my cart to the door and realized I couldn’t actually get it all the way to the curb. Oh the conundrum! I unloaded all the bags and took them to the corner where I waited for a cab. And I waited. And I waited. And I waited. Frustrated, I picked up all these bags by myself and attempted to walk to the next corner in hopes I’d have better luck. As I shlepped my way down the sidewalk I heard the sound I dread….. glass breaking. I stopped, looked down and almost collapsed. Not the Hoegaarden!!!!!!! I can’t deal with the loss of another cerveza – it’s just too much to bear. A nice man took pitty on me and helped me get my stuff to the corner, the same corner I had walked away from. As we attempted to communicate in the most comical of ways, I gathered he was telling me it’s difficult to get a cab on Friday nights. Well no shit señor, I pretty much figured that out BEFORE I lost my pricey cerveza.
After standing together awkwardly for what seemed like eternity, I attempted to tell him that I appreciated his help but he didn’t have to wait with me. (honestly I don’t know what I said to him but he did smile and walk away) After standing there like an idiot surrounded by bags of groceries, I decided to give walking