It had been a long, busy day at work following several days plagued by severe headaches. I headed to the supermarket to get some things for dinner and to stock up on Tim Tams for my family and friends in the U.S. and Canada, as I am heading back over there in a couple of weeks.
I had ten packs of Tim Tams and a stack of other Aussie treats in my basket. A lady nearby looked into my basket and then looked at me, as though she were trying to shame me for my wilful flirtation with Type 2 Diabetes.
I could have called her out on being a nosy cow who makes assumptions about strangers way too quickly but, instead, I looked her right in the eye with feigned innocence as I took the last box of Tee Vee Snacks from right in front of her and said, “What? I’m hungry, okay?”
She couldn’t look away fast enough.
“There!” I said inside my head, “that will teach you to mind your own business.”
When I got to the checkout, the attendant was looking strangely at my stash and at me, but at least she tried to hide it. Once again, I looked at her and said, “Never can stop at just one, you know!”
She tried to hide her reaction with a smile, but it was awkward.
“Not really,” I continued. “I’m going to America and Canada in a couple of weeks and they can’t get Tim Tams there. I’m performing a mission of mercy.”
That time, she really was horrified.
“Those poor people!” she said. “Ten packets isn’t enough!”
“I know, right,” I said, “but I don’t want to be arrested for trafficking a drug of dependence.”
“Can they do that?”
“Yeah, twelve packs and I’d be a goner. They’d confiscate them all at the airport and arrest me. ”
Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open.
Never mind how tired I had been just twenty minutes earlier. I walked out of that store feeling like an absolute legend.