THE SUPERMARKET

Its not always fun living in a small town. In fact it can be mind numbing boring and stifling because too many people know you and everything going on in your life. You can't hide. You can't wear a disguise. Most people mean well so you put up with it.

But then there are the "Gotta Knows". This morning it took me over an hour to do my grocery shopping because I met the "Gotta Knows". You know what I mean don't you? The people who just gotta know everything and anything about you and USUALLY tell you nothing about themselves. They feel somehow they are entitled to your information. It's bizarre.

I could see Mrs Gotta Know setting up a meeting from aisle 3. Don't ask me how I knew, I just did. And because I knew she was setting up a meeting, my stubborn nature kicked in. Over my dead body was I feeding her need for gossip in Woolworths. And I told her so...right at the checkout when she finally cornered me.

Mrs Gotta Know actually looked stunned when I said to ask someone else because this wasn't the right place. She blushed and mumbled and took off into the veggie aisle. The nasty side of me was delighted. The realistic side was delighted as  our connection was a coffee with a communal friend once in 1988. Hardly gives her rights to my personal information don't you think? Well not in Woolworths anyway!

Maybe what these people would prefer is if I wear a sandwich board to advertise my current health state. That could be fun! They wouldn't have to talk to me then and I could get on with my shopping while they read my behind!! Love it!!

So if I did this, Mrs Gotta Know would have read the following today:

Suzi T would like to inform the world that today skin rashes are at a minimum, thrush is at a premium, teenage daughters are missing in action and husband is still going on about a disagreement which started thirty years ago. She would also like to tell the world she misses work a bit except for the working part, she hasn't cried for over 24 hours and the sun came up as usual today. She is a trifle anxious because lump results haven't arrived but she has devoured most of a packet of snakes to ease the pain.

I'm loving this idea but I'm worried if they'd ask questions. That would be pointless.

Till next time...