Matt
and I went to a grocery store called Metro that we'd heard about but never visited. My hopes were not high. Matt even warned me before we went inside to put my Patience
Pants on because my track record in Chinese grocery stores is not so great. Normally, I reach a point
where it takes everything I have not to yell, cry and take a taxi to the
airport because I am so done with China.
It is everything that I hate about China rolled up into one terrible,
terrible place. Normally the stores have the
highest concentration of humans that I have experienced in my life. Now imagine that you are looking for,
say, vinegar. Now picture that you are in a multi-level, hot, smelly ass,
Wal-Mart, with hundreds of other people and you can’t read any of the
labels. There are three to four
Chinese workers per isle that don’t seem to have any idea that their isle is
connected to any other isles because they have no clue where to find anything
other than their own special items. The
lines are long, people see rats, need I say more?
Because
of my melt-downs, Matt does nearly all of the shopping. What a good husband I have!
So
back to my Metro story… I am mentally preparing myself for the fetal position
when we enter my new favorite place. It was glorious.
It smelled like Costco in the US. You
could see to the end of every aisle because there were not 50 people in your
way. Everything was spread out in
a logical fashion and we could identify nearly every item. I was just feeling great when we
rounded the corner to the wine department. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Immediately I turned around to find Matt for him to confirm that
it was not an illusion. I then
literally frolicked over to my favorite wine that I buy in AMERICA! Then, as if it were a gift from God the
price tag was only 90 RMB a bottle!
I bought 2 cases of the previously mentioned magic juice. Appreciate the little
things.
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