This Happened

Melbourne – the only place where this is ok…cool even!

Walking around the Vic markets every morning can be tiring. And on top of my markets purchases, I tend to do my weekly shop at Woolies on the way home, leaving me with a serious number of bags on my arms. I eventually find myself not buying heavier things because the walk home would become too much for me!

Enter the granny case.

Looking around the markets, no one else is struggling! No looks of torture on their faces, just sheer happiness and I realise – it’s their granny cases. Trendy girls, hipster dudes, young couples, everyone! All wandering around with a bag or basket on wheels, which I would never be caught dead pulling behind me.  You know the ones i mean, usually grey bags on wheels that the elderly lug their groceries in.

Alas, I hang my head in shame because after my hands feel like dropping off from the pain of the 10 shopping bags on my hands –  I decide to join the masses and take one more step in my “I’m from Melbourne, “I don’t give a fuck” journey.

On a side note, the journey I’ve just mentioned was kicked off when I rocked my new jelly bean sandals  on the same day.