Tag Archives: sometimes I feel like an utter wanker
So I went shopping this morning – it’s a gorgeous day and I was having friends over for brunch (big bourgeois tick).
I moseyed through the shops and I caught myself out in ‘middle class moments’ twice.
The first was the small frisson of victory I got when I bent down and found the milk with a two day longer ‘shelf life’…Why is this so wanky/bourgeois? Well you know, my son and I will plough through that three litre bottle well before it could even ponder going off…and I dunno, I thought about a/ how much priviledge I have, and b/ how dopey my sense of “AHA!” victory was. “Can’t fool ME Coles, by putting your lesser-shelf-life products to the front!”
The second when I was cursing the fact that trolleys don’t have suspension and power steering. To be fair to myself this is not quite as wankily bourgois as it sounds…I was not pushing my trolley to a car, since I do not have one, I was pushing it Wee Wee Wee All The Way Home (an activity frowned upon in such a wealthy area). However while I WAS wrestling with an unwieldy trolly, it was full of yummies, uneccessary yummies.
I catch myself out in moments like this all the time, like when I go to complain about how “hard” it is to wash up my coffee mug at work when there’s only cold water from the taps. Sheesh. There is water, clean water coming out of my taps. Not to mention I’m in permanent employment, and I’m drinking good coffee made by a wankily expensive machine, all paid for by work. Yeah…cold water to wash up in. It’s a hard knock life.