Cogs can think.

What the hell just happened?

In Tuitjenhorn, where the hardware store I work is located, there is this supermarket. Usually, on Saturdays, after work, I do my weekly groceries there; even though the store lacks more specialised things (like my favourite candy, salmiak ‘balls’), it’s en route to home, and after a long day’s work, I’m too lazy to go to a supermarket farther away.

Anyway, there I was, strolling through the aisles, disorganised as always (I jump from aisle to aisle, no structure at all; very weird if you know how obsessive-compulsive I am); after getting two sachets of cheese sauce (you gotta try the Maggi cheese sauces; sadly Typical Dutch Stuff doesn’t sell them), I needed to get some cut chicken blocks (to complement the cheese sauce). I pushed my shopping trolley to the meat department, and I pick up one of the two remaining packets of chicken blocks. And that’s when I saw it.

Rigth there, underneath the packet of chicken, I saw a dead insect. Right there. In the cooled meat department.

I was stunned. Besides all my rugged man traits (love of cars, idolisation of Al Bundy, my Rammstein albums, you know), one of my less-manly traits is total disgust and intrinsic physical aversion against anything that’s not either a lizard, bird, or mammal. And right there, it lay dead, tits up. It freaked me out like fcuk.

I threw the packet back where it came from, and decided never ever to go shopping there ever again. Never. I did buy the stuff already in my trolley, but that will be the last ever things I’ve bought there.

Ok, so you say it was dead, what harm does it do? Well, usually, dead things don’t exactly move all that much, and hence this dead piece of inferiority had to crawl its way up there. Over my packets of frozen meat. So, I repeat…

What the hell just happened?