Buying mother's day things on mother's day. I set out at 820 thinking I would be back by 945 on foot as there is a half marathon in the city.
First patisserie. Open at 9am. Get in queue at 855. No, now we will open at 930 due to staffing shortages. If anyone in retail ever complains they aren't making money I had a credit card in my hand and I can't even spend money. Sometimes you have to f@cking work for your money.
Second place. Italian bakery. Get in another queue. First bloke and his son had a big order under some name, don't know what's in the order, also want to buy things to eat separate from the order. Then another two women in front of me who can't make a decision. An older lady who kept going back and forth to her bench stool which she occupied with a purse. Finally I get my bombalone.
As I hoof it back I realised I am walking 10km with a bum hamstring faster than these participants in the actual race.
On the way I picked up flowers for my brother's wife at some fruit market. Chinese bloke picks a $10 bouquet. It's actually some weeds. Can you wrap it like this, can you give me a packet of plant food, can you... you paid $10 - just f@cking leave and go insult your mother. I have a bouquet 4x yours.
Final stop. Another French place. Again queuing out the door. Two oriental women in front of me asking for brioche. Oh wait you need to wait we are sold out. Can we get pain au chocolat? Okay here come another batch of brioche are but they are burning hot. Oh okay let's get a few more. Looking at her ass she should cut carbs and not order more. I get to the till and these two older ladies are trying to pay a pre order by card and the in restaurant coffee by cash which were somehow all on one cheque in the system.
Never again on Mother's Day. I should have listened to myself.