I went grocery shopping on a Sunday in Kungens Kurva here in Stockholm. This may not have been the smartest idea ever. But now that I’m a working man grocery store trips after work don’t sound too appealing. So instead I put this off until the weekend. Which is what everyone else seems to do. It was packed. And ridiculous. But it worked. And I got what I needed… and more.
Because after having bitched and moaned about all the small packages of milk I hit the jackpot. I’ve been going for the 1.5 liter lately. So much better than the 1 liter. But today it happened. I stumbled upon a 2 liter carton of milk. Straight from a dairy in Skåne. The land of friendly people and big cartons of milk. Skåne is literally the land of milk and honey. Or at least milk.
It was kind of sad how happy this made me. I actually let out a little yelp. A happy yelp if you will. It’s the little things. All I know is that now I’m not going to have to run to the store every third day for milk. I might be able to get an extra day or two out of it.
The ramifications of this are huge. I have a habit of also buying something else when I go to the store for milk. And by something else I mean candy. So instead of 10 crowns for milk I end up spending 10 crowns plus my godis money. And that adds up when you’re going so often. Because this Swedish candy is addictive. And evil. But that’s a story for another day.