Yeah, that too. I get so frustrated when I go to where I know something to be and it isn’t there. Now that I am getting older it has two effects. One, I am left wondering why I am in that aisle because I have forgotten why I went there. And then I am left mumbling to myself about where did such and such go.
I think it is an age thing, too.
My eyes are finally getting to where I need bi-focals and they are constantly nuancing the lighting in the stores.
I wouldn’t mind if it was to save a buck, but they’re trying to “set a mood” for all the shopping moms.
I can’t read the labels,...mutter, mutter, mutter!
My wife says that I sound more like my pop everyday. She means this as an insult, but I wear it as a badge of pride.
I’m going to enjoy getting older; I’m going to make everyone else miserable for a change!