Why Do We Have To Do All That Driving To Do The Shopping?

Pink rose as we walked into town together, Sam and I, lovely and delicate. 

We went out for lunch with Sam’s ex, Brian, and his new boyfriend Mark. Brian drove. Out to the suburbs to the “latest” place. Brian always knows where the “latest” food place is happening. It was nice, sure. I’m not sure how anyone can be bothered staying in “the know” quite so keenly, but maybe that is just because I am a lazy arse. Maybe? It is not like collecting under age pornography, or sniffing glue, it is, essentially, a good thing, no it is. I’m just being perpendicular. The food was okay, I guess that is why I am being so flip, as the food is always okay. The latest foodie must taste so often is okay food charged at twice the price of the same food served some where else not deemed as trendy. If I was taken to gastronomique delights every time, if it was Heston Blumenthal magical, I could really get into it, but so often it just isn’t. It so often seems as though some first year out marketing major has blah, blah, blah’d on about it and the crowds have followed unquestioningly.

Oh listen to me… or, maybe you shouldn’t.

We were home early afternoon, as we were left standing in the middle of our street watching the back of Brian’s car drive away. The afternoon was warm and sunny, Winter warm, kind of comforting, if you could get out of the cold wind, out of the shadows and into the actual rays of the sunshine, then it is nice. I looked at Sam, he looked at me. It was nice standing there, him and I. (He’s lovely, my Sam)

Sam wanted to do something. “What should we do?”

Sam made many suggestions, but made no decisions. “Oh, let’s go to Highpoint and then go and shop in Footscray,” he said.

“What are we going to do at Highpoint?”

“Go to Myer and buy a (2nd) new case for my iPad,” said Sam. (How many iPads and how many iPad cases does that make?) “And window shop.” (Oh, my very favourite)

“And why are we going to Footscray?”

“To do grocery shopping.”

“At the market?”

“At the market.”

“Why do we have to do all that driving to get an iPad case and some veggies?”

“Because…”

“I don’t want to do all that driving…”

“Oh come on…”

“We live within walking distance of the CBD…”

“It is fun…”

“Maybe for you.”

“Don’t you want to see other places, do other things…”

“See other shopping centres, deal with all of the idiots involved in that…”

“We might see some new thing that we must have.”

“Get your licence,” I said. “Then you can drive us all over Melbourne, on the off chance of getting some funky new home ware.”

“Really?” said Sam.

“I don’t want to drive all over Melbourne,” I said. “You get your licence and I will be happily chauffeured all over Melbourne just like you are…”

“I see…”

We walked into town.

We went to chemist warehouse, where I can only have one of my prescription dispensed now a days. I was cross. Why? Nobody knows. Seemingly govt policy. Some sort of budget cutting measure. So now I have to go every 20 days to get my pills, (essentially, heartburn, I have a wonky cap thing to the top of my stomach, so acid leaks out and burns my oesophagus). But my pills aren’t habit forming. Nobody is going to melt them down and dry them out and sell them to children at the school gate. (not that I’d really care if they did, let the parents deal with that) Nobody is going to inject them, or sell them on the black market. So what is the problem? I used to get the whole script dispensed, then I’d have them in the cupboard and I wouldn’t run out. Buying them one box at a time, I always run out and end up with pain in my chest. Stupid Liberal Govt, literally, gives me a pain in my chest. I must get more scripts so I can get more pills dispensed. If I doctor shop with the 3 doctors that I know and get 3 scripts I could, at least, get 3 boxes instead of one box.

Idiot Liberal government is trying to destroy Medicare. (I know, it is the PBS, but it doesn’t hurt to mention it)

We walked to Myer. Sam bought an iPad case.