Saturday, June 28, 2008

Jackson Heights grocery shopping


we went to Jackson heights to do the groceries. its funny that we call it 'grocery', because ideally one connects grocery with a weekly, or at the most monthly tenure. we, however, make it a 3 months stipulation. hence our grocery shopping is like an event. By the end of our shopping, our cart is a spectacle. people, glancing at our trolley might wonder if we are feeding an army, or perhaps making food drops at Iraq or something. sure... why not! imagine all the people "sharing" life in food!
Reminded me the last time I went there, with R. she was shopping for a party. After everything was done and paid for, a Punjabi man offered to help us fetch a cab home. we are here. cab is looooong way there. and Punjabi man, with our trolley, changing kinetic motion to commotion, runs away from us to run into the cab. we ran behind him with arms stretched out like High-Hitler waving to 'wait for us', when meantime a Q37 angry bus nearly ran as down. while we unloaded every item from the cart to the car deck, half paranxious (paranoid+anxious), trying to hurry up and slowing down at the same time by the Punjabi man's overpowering nudge, i heard miscellaneous swear words from the miscellaneous drivers, esp from the bus driver, we held up in a bottle neck. our cabbie was in perfect denial of the situation. he pretended he didn't hear any of the swear words pouring down on us like cats and dogs. hence we kept up with our part of the denial too. we had to. what kinda client-lawyer relationship will we have otherwise!? thus, cabbie couldn't care less. we couldn't care less. and yet everyone of us tried to get the hell out of there as fast as possible! and at the end of all this shameful shameless 'denials', i saw a perfectly plump tomato plopped down from one of our bags and hurriedly scurried across the road and made way into a giant manhole.