Exercise nine - Katie Goulet
Narrative # 1
As a child, I remember telling my mother that I didn't like the food she would serve me, one thing was too salty, one thing to sweet, and that was, well just gross looking. Today, I am a mother of three, each child with their own needs and desires, each particular about every little thing. One needs one kind of margarine on their toast, the other another kind. Oner prefers plane soup and another likes vegetable. The great debate over whether green or string beans are better has yet to be settled at our dinner table. All my husband can do is sit, eyes hooked on his newest sports magazine in silence. The only thing we can all agree on is a tall, cold glass of milk and a bowl of creamy custard.
At last, peace and quiet.
Narrative # 2
I had never looked at my grocery store receipts intently before, until the day that I got stuck waiting for a taxi and began to clean out my purse. What I buy doesn't say much about me. I can remember the time that I went into the store and bought these things, I was only going in to pick up a couple of containers of milk and the regular staples like toilet paper and dish soap, and I ended up spending over thirty bucks! Those grocery stores get me every time! I try so hard to make a straight line to the milk, not allowing myself to be distracted, but I just can't help myself.
First, the milk leads me to the margarine, where I decide that I should really be eating a healthier diet version, but know that my boyfriend will not be interested, so I buy two. Next I pick up a couple of cans of soup, thinking it will make my dinner hour less stressful.
At that very moment, a friend calls me and says she wants to stop buy tonight at the last minute. "Dessert!" I think to myself, she will have to come over for dessert, and so I buy custard.
Between all of these thoughts, the soothing familiar music of the grocery store speakers serenades my jaunt around the aisles.
I left the store with a need to go and cook, as I had just purchased the fixings for an excellent meal!
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