Shopping with allergies.

For the yearly sale on bulk items at the local co-op – like the beans and the rice and the dried fruit and whatnot that's in these large rows of plastic bins with flip-tops and scoops attached to them, as well as jars of spices across the aisle that you screw the lids off of and scoop out with smaller heavy metal spoons that rest in “CLEAN” and “DIRTY” plastic industrial dishwasher-like containers sunk into the counter there – anyhow, for that yearly sale on bulk items at the local co-op, I laid out empty yogurt containers on my counter as a reminder for myself the previous day, to gather them up and go in the next day and use them for the sale.

(You get extra money off your bill if you bring in your own containers.)

So, I did that, and although I had stored all of my yogurt containers tucked into one another with the lids piled in a neat stack on top, I discover at the store that somehow I’m two lids short.

(When I get home, I discover them slid off to the side by some other tupperware in the tupperware cabinet above my stove-and-sink area, in the little cottage that I live in.)

When I unpack at home, too, I also discover that I forgot to buy a couple containers of (free-range) eggs that I had been meaning to pick up at the co-op when I was there for the bulk sale, too…

Ah, shopping with allergies… You really have more cognitive impairment than you realize, and it’s only after mistakes become apparent that you realize that you're like that.