"Okay," thought Eddie as she stepped into the cool, air conditioned shop. It was that time again.
Time to get the grocery shopping done.
She sighed as she glanced down at her list and made her way over to the bread aisle. She never understood why, but the decision of which loaf to buy plagued her. It was a source of anxiety every time Eddie did the shopping.
Every. Single. Time.
It was a big decision you see... she could buy the sliced kind. The kind that would easily slip into the toaster, allowing her to slather the toast with delicious, melty peanut butter that dripped down and caused her such delight. Or she could buy the homemade kind with seeds on the top. The yummy seeds that helped give such needed protein but also had a tendency to fall off and cover her flat in seeds, and randomly popping up weeks later.
Then again, should Eddie buy white bread? Certainly a much better choice for sandwiches, but not a wise choice according to any sort of nutritionist.
Eddie sighed in frustration, knowing that she probably would pick the same kind she got last time, but yet doubts kept springing up. She understood that, at the end of the day, it really didn't matter what bread she got. Whether it was soft or crusty, fresh or not quite as fresh, brown or white. It wouldn't change her life nor would it really bother her that much but yet she still struggled to make her choice. In that moment, it felt mountainous.
She finally bent down and picked up a loaf, felt it for freshness and placed it in the basket.
There. It was done.
Eddie turned around, narrowly avoiding two school children and their mum, sighed again and then made her way over to the frozen section.
Now... which chips to get?
*This is clearly a work of fiction but yet sort of based on me. I always said the decision to move to the UK was easy, but which loaf of bread to get... now that is a hard choice. It's silly and clearly the story is a tad hyperbolic but I thought it would be fun to write something a bit different.