Pink Suitcases- Never Buy One

Just to clear up a little misunderstanding.... The picture labeled "Rando Apartment" or whatever, that is not where I am staying. That would be insane, not exactly what I call roughing it. For those people out there that are not as in tune with Leah-Lingo (actual term) RANDO=RANDOM. 

ANYWAY- JQ and I went to the Sainbury's yesterday. Sainsbury's is one of the chain grocery stores here in London. It is expensive, not that that should surprise anyone. We decided to stock up to the maximum SOO we bought my HUGE bright pink suitcase.

The history behind this suitcase starts with my dearest Mum (I'm soooooooo English). Once I tell my mom I like a shirt, she assumes this rings true for the next 20 years. Example: I saw a XOXO shirt and said "O, it's XOXO. Cool." Because I was young and thought having an ugly shirt with a somewhat known brand name made it cool. I have since learned the greatness of clearance at high class stores such as Target. ANYWAY- about 4 years later my mom was creating a keychain for me with words, and she told me to get a XOXO charm (as in Hugs and Kisses) because I loved the clothing brand so much... Ummmm, What? Absolutely absurd.

This carries into all aspects of my life: Crushes, Shoes, Candy. But at least she cares to know.

So one day I come home and there is this bright pink suitcase because everyone knows pink is my favorite color/colour. There were three suitcases, all bright pink... Why would anyone want to affirm that they still like Barbies, experimenting with blue eyeshadow, and writing Leah (insert crushes name here)? . That is exactly what a bright pink suitcase says to the wider universe. Of course this MAY be true about me, but I do not want the world to know what I may or may not do with my spare time.

So just imagine two girls walking through central London with a suitcase that maturity wise makes us appear to be about 8.5 years old. We arrive at Sainsbury's with this abomination. We grab two carts, or rather trolleys as we were told by the security guard watching us with an amused expression, and began our shopping adventure. You must realize that these trolleys are about 1/4 of the size of American grocery store carts, so within about 5 minutes we had filled it to the max. Our security walked upon us about 20 minutes, watched for about 10 seconds and asked "Are you guys still here?" We nodded the affirmative, looking around to see if we were being judged. Fortunately the British are grand at hiding their disgust. 

Finally 40 minutes later we go in the line, wait 15 minutes and reach the register. The woman behind the counter looked absolutely horrified to find not one, but two fully loaded trolleys. 

Once we were finished, 10 minutes later, we moved to the side and began the packing of the REALLY COOL pink suitcase. By this time no one could ignore the "fat Americans" giggling with amusement and mortification, and we were being stared at by the entire line/queue. Amusement and borderline disgust was the general emotion that was to be felt. After 5 minutes we were done, the bag weighed easily 80 lbs. 

We had to walk 5, 7, or about 20 blocks back to the apartment. It was very, VERY long but we had a delicious feast of frozen pizza, chocolate bars, and orange Fanta.

Signing off....

Leahmon