Right, we are now on week 3 of being Brits in America and oh my how I’ve grown! (Yes, probably am getting a bit fatter to be fair but all the while my scales are in the sea freight am turning a blind eye to that). I actually mean figuratively in my attitude to shops here. Pfft.. looking back at that previous post, what a whiner! I can now see the only issue was scale! Scale in shopping terms is a REALLY good thing. What was my problem!
OK, no Dairy Milk is a concern, but that’s been solved via my excellent sister who has already sent me some. So.. tick! Now let’s revel in this shopping awesomeness.
Last week I was lucky enough to be taken on a sort of recreation and shopping safari with a lovely contact from a global expat Facebook page who actually grew up here. So, there I was watching her drive along calmly, dealing with red lights with no outward signs of panic (I thought I’d absorbed the knowledge too until later that week when I confidently nearly left turned into a torrent of SUVs with very angry face-like front grills! The light was green man! But no-one even honked so it can be written off!).
Anyway, my lovely guru took me to a road that was FULL of brilliant shops, including a CostCo and a similar outfit called Sams. Now, I know the UK has CostCos but there I always thought you had to prove you had a plumbing or hairdressing business. People told me you could fib, but I’m simply not good at that, it would be obvious from my silly squidgy face that I didn’t know a ballcock from a 7% peroxide rinse. Here, you can just be a normal human to join CostCo! So I joined! Later that week, the Wilson family members who eat chicken were eating a Rotisserie one! My cupboard contained 2 x 750g jars of Nutella, our lounge has a 50″ smart TV and we are stocked up for bog roll until circa 2019!
Then there’s Target! It’s ‘ooooge and I’ve been 3 times now to try and navigate it, but I now know if I want active wear, storage solutions, shizzle to make craft things or Baseball supporter wear I can go there! But no! Next door is Michaels… which is a whole other ginormous shop that just does shizzle to make craft things! And next to that is a ginormous shop just for active wear. There’s also on called Dick’s Sporting Goods which is even good for a double entendre snigger!
There’s a shop called Wholefoods where you can get meat substitutes that are simply plant protein alchemy! And they do small single serve cans of Prosecco.. so they are not even worthy! There isn’t a thing in there under a tenner though so it’s only an occasional vegetarian treat.
It’s day 17, I haven’t even scratched the surface of shopping America yet, but by God I’m going to try.. for cultural purposes.
And so I apologise for whingeing America – I was just low on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs in week 1. I’m actualising now by gosh!
Hurrah! Next time: Running in America!
PS.. did I mention there’s an outlet village literally a 5 mile straight line drive from our house? With abundant parking? Yeah I hate me too x