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What I hate about Australia (besides giant bugs)

There are so many things to love about Australia:

The sun.

Gorgeous beaches.

Ridiculously cute animals like koalas and wallabies.

Cool buildings like the Opera House.

Indigenous art.

Bush dances.

BBQ culture.

Passionate sports fanatics.

Words and phrases like “mate” and “g’day” and “no worries”.

The amazing (Asian) food that you can find everywhere.

Teh fact that most people don’t take themselves too seriously and are quick to have a laugh.

Morning tea.

Afternoon tea.

I love so much about this nation. So much. (I’ve been here 12 years, duh.)

But there is one thing I hate. (And yes, I know “hate” it a very, very strong word. One I don’t use often.)

Yes, I hate the cockroaches, the ants, and the mosquitoes that I come across on a daily basis… but that’s not what I’m talking about.

What I’m talking about is this:

THE AUSTRALIAN SHOPPING TROLLY.

(Otherwise known as a shopping cart.)

I have never, ever, EVER driven one of these things that steers correctly. Tehy are not made to balance and flow like the American ones.

They simply will not go in a straight line when in less than perfect circumstances.

Going around a bend (with a full cart) is like trying to pull a semi-truck around a hair-pin turn on the side of a mountain pass. Ugh.

Trying to push a cart with 50+ pounds of groceries in it and steering it in teh right direction when there is any remote slope to the ground is virtually impossible… Comparable to crocodile wrestling. (Just try to imagine that.)

I’m convinced that the CEOs of Woolworths and Coles have never gone grocery shopping a day in their lives.

If they had we would be seeing some radical reforms in the trolly department.

A nation that’s built the Sydney harbor bridge, hosted the Olympics, and engineered countless other modern marvels…. yet they can’t figure out how to make a decent shopping cart.

(Embarrassing.)

So this, my friends, is the thing I hate about Australia.

Shopping trollies.

STOP.

 

Q for you: Have you ever tried to wrangle an Australian shopping cart?

 

Love,
A

 

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Looks really do matter

I was in a new grocery store today and saw these:

Doesn’t that make you want to buy and eat your veggies?

Yes mam. Bring on the brussel sprouts!

As much as we all like to say, “it’s what’s on the inside that counts”, that’s not entirely true.

(And you know this applies to people too… we really are initially attracted to “beautiful” ones, are we not? But that’s a different post.)

If you’re choosing between an apple with a few nicks in the skin or an apple with a perfectly smooth skin, which one do you choose?

Right. I thought so.

You choose the one that looks good. (That’s why millions of pounds of perfectly good food gets thrown out every day in the West. Yup, also another post.)

Marketing experts know this. They not only know it, they exploit it–I mean–they do their job well.

Ever since moving here I’ve had a “beef” with my local Woolworths (equivalent to Safeway). Their slogan is that they’re the “Fresh Food People” but their produce sucks. (Sorry if that’s not nice language to you.)

But it’s true.

I’ve bought perfectly good looking spinach leaves only to find them completely brown and gross two days later. Obviously they were harvested and packaged loooong before I ever had the chance to buy them.

Hey Fresh Food People, I’d like to be able to buy my veggies once a week, thanks. No daily trips to the grocery store for me! (Another good reason to get our produce from the Sunday farmers market.)

But seeing Woollies display their produce like it is now? That makes me think: fresh, straight from the farm, earthy, yum, pretty, healthy, BUY ME!!

They’re doing a good job reeling me in, I must admit.

I wonder if their produce selection will match their fresh, new look?

STOP.

Q for you: How are you swayed by looks? Come on… admit it…

 

Love,
A

 

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Adriel also writes on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos


I thought I had hit the jackpot

With much reluctance I drove to the grocery store.

It had been a long day. Kids had been crazy. I was in no mood to be running errands. And yet I was glad to be doing them alone. I had left as soon as Ryan got home from work so I could pick up some things for dinner and milk for the next morning.

Did I mention that I hit every. single. red. light. on my way there? (Okey, there are only three lights between my house and the mall, but still.) *sigh*

I had exactly 50 minutes before I needed to be home. 50 minutes before I needed to get back and feed Judah and put him to bed before meltown happened.

The race against time was ON.

Imagine my delight when I pulled into the parking lot only to find there were very few cars! Now triple that delight as you picture me pulling into a front row spot!!

Feeling rather pleased with my luck (I really needed to catch a break that day!) I went up the people mover and landed in front of Woolworths…

Only to find their doors closing.

CLOSING THEIR DOORS AT 5:30PM.

Trying not to fly into a fit of rage I decided there was only one rational thing I could do: go and grovel on my knees and beg and plead for them to let me in.

Ok, i didn’t actually beg or grovel (and I managed to stay upright) but I did go and plead for them to let me in for “just one thing”.

Afterall, I really needed millk for my babies, er, my toddler.

I raced through the store and got the milk I needed.

Driving home I wondered if they had changed their hours and marvelled (angrily) at how in teh world a shop could close that early. How do normal people do their shopping if they have to go before 5:30pm?? (Or sane people that don’t want to take all of tehir children with them?)

It wasn’t until the next that that I realized it had been New Years Day adn that’s why they closed early.

That, my friends, is one of the downsides of my line of work – we don’t really take/have public holidays. (But for the record there are many, many upsides!) To me it had been a regular day – just another Monday where I was rushing to get stuff done in the few minutes I could squeak out.

And now we’re on Thursday and I still haven’t made it to the grocery store. Who knows what my family’s been eating since then, but we did have milk.

I’m out of milk again.

STOP.

Q for you: Do you feel like you’ve hit the jackpot when you find a good parking space?

Love,
A

 

p.s. I created a Click Clink Five fan page on facebook if you’d like to follow (“like”) and have posts come up in your facebook feed. So far I haven’t been able to figure out how to put the cool “thumbs up” button in this blog yet… But here’s a link (the old fashioned kind) anyway: Click Clink Five on facebook. (You’d think I’d be more cluey with this stuff by now… but my attempt didn’t work and I don’t have time to mess with it!)

p.s.s. I came back and added the p.s. later. It totally doesn’t count in my five minutes. So there.