Going to the Supermarket

Once I grabbed the wrong kind of basket. Normally we take a trolley. The security guard´s face is familiar. He reminds me of Dory Scaltsas at university.

There are discounts but only if you are a member. We always forget to weigh the potatoes and onions.

The cashier gets stressed when she serves us. She doesn´t want to give us change but we need it for the bus. I now open my shoulder bag and show it to her before I fill it up with purchases. Francesca has a system for what type of food goes in which bag.

They have two aisles of Argentinian wine but we have no idea which ones are better than others. We do what I do in Europe - buy the second cheapest one. They don´t take back wine bottles, only beer bottles. This is a shame.

The longest aisle is reserved for crackers.

The flower vendor outside gives us a fresh bouquet instead of the wilted ones on display. He says he wants us to come back again.