Summer, Charlotte and Georgia (l-r) spotted at a local night spot

A promise is a promise so when I said last night that I would write about a young friend by the name of Georgia, well I kinda have to keep it, even though I’m sure she’s probably forgotten all about it by now. And to be honest I’ve only met Georgia twice so I don’t really have a lot to say except she’s probably one of the most polite, friendly, outgoing young 12 year olds you could meet … and she has like a million friends, seriously I’m not exaggerating!

Georgia lives in the quiet town of Kaiapoi where she spends most of her time pestering her mum to take her clothes shopping, playing guitar hero and buying bling on Stardoll (somehow she managed to bully me into creating my very own stardoll, I’m nervous that it could lead to a lifelong addiction, possibly even hospitalisation when I realise I haven’t eaten for three days because I’m obsessed with finding the perfect accessory for my Gucci bag and fake Rolex watch).

Some of her local friends include (this will test my memory) Charlotte, Summer and Carmen who also seem ‘involved’ with a stardoll of their own (apparently you can have multiple stardolls, particularly suited to those people who have difficulty making new friends – just create them; easy!).

And while I’m name-dropping, a big shout out to Saffy as well! She’s in one of the photos hugging the loneliness out of sweet ol’ Whisky (the dog not the drink).

So Georgia this is your high-five from me and a promise kept – everyone’s happy. It just shows that when you write a blog, while you might be read by thousands, just pretend you’re writing to one person.

Groceries on ANZAC day

The list (I’m referring to the shopping list for groceries, but it has, due to its level of importance simply become known as ‘The List’) had been growing steadily over the last few days and would no longer be ignored. So after spending a full morning in the ministry, I rocked up to the Pak’n’Save on the way home. I made the time to be just after 1pm but already there were some serious crowds walking through those doors and vying for pole position in the grocery grand prix (most shops cannot open until 1pm on ANZAC day in NZ).

To be honest I was a little taken back. Were all these desperate shoppers hanging around the entrance, eager to indulge in the one highlight of their weekend? I’ve never actually seen Pak’n’Save so congested; it was almost like you had no choice but to be swept along by the raging torrent of trollies, grabbing for what precious little you could get your hands on. Forget doing careful price comparisons or a hasty u-turn because you forgot something that was three aisles ago – that was right out.

So with quite an amazed sense of accomplishment I reached the checkout with pretty much everything crossed off the list, plus a few extras (hey I broke the #1 rule of groceries; going when I was starving but I kept things under control, mostly). So I was pretty spent by then but I still felt the need to watch as the items beeped their way through the scanner by the disengaged girl behind the counter (I don’t blame her, in fact I’d be worse, literally hurling people’s canned goods out the door and telling them that they will not die if they can’t get to the supermarket for just one day!) when I noticed that one of my little victories (finding something that was actually on the list was also on special) going through as full price.

Wait just one minute there, I just wrestled with at least half a million seasoned trolley hustlers out there to get that item because it was on special and now you’re going to charge me full price. Despite the growing queue behind me I had to stand up and be counted. The supervisor comes over and looks me over, I’m starting to worry that maybe I’d got it wrong as sometimes those special stickers can be tricky to figure out exactly what items they’re referring to. But no, after a bit of toing and froing I was vindicated and the discount of over $1.50 was applied.

But that wasn’t the end of it. The peanut butter also goes through as full price (now I’m watching the scanner display like a hawk). Having already held good people up I chose to take it up with the service desk. Once again, vindicated that I had not been seeing things and they give me the $1 difference.

Sure it was only $2.50 but you multiple that by the number of people who don’t pay attention to the scanner display (most of the time I can’t be bothered especially if you have 112 items) and that’s a lot of money, and apparently according to the media, scanner errors are a known problem.

So if you really want to save money on your groceries, keep one beady eye open watching as those items scan through. I personally believe supermarkets should refund you at least three times the difference for not allowing you to relax at the checkout now.

A post for Georgia
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