Secret Sins...part 1

Ok, I feel the need to confess.

I, Kathleen Doll, am addicted to Superstore. I know I'm not alone in this. I'm actually partially convinced it's a conspiracy.

I mean, you walk in the place, and it's like the rest of the world disappears. I wander, mouth open (I'm sure), staring at all that is before me. There's new Nalgene bottles (you know, the "safe" ones), 249 types of shampoo, beautiful new duvet covers for only $25 (!!), an ethnic food aisle that dominates over all others in Abbotsford, and then...there are the clothes. Oh the clothes! I know someone who only refers to the clothing as "Joe"...and pretends she actuallly shops at a store called "Joe" so that no-one will think she buys her clothes at Superstore. Except we all do now, so we've called her bluff.

The thing is, I find myself, ready to cash out...and realize my basket is full. I don't even really know what I've grabbed, or how long I've been there. Quite possibly I've missed a meal, and Carleigh and Gary are wondering where I am, or I may have even missed work...I really couldn't tell you, cause time seems to stand still in the place. And when I start pulling things out of the basket, I can't really remember putting it in there...

I think I've come to understand what it's like for gamblers in casinos.

In some ways, Superstore operates like a casino. Follow this...

1. There are NO clocks in the place. Ever tried to find out what time it is in Superstore? It's impossible.

2. Exits are rather difficult to find if you're in the back of the store. Really, you could get lost in there.

3. There's always "something else" to look at. You've made it to the back where they keep the shampoo, finally made your choice out of the 249 bottles, and then, oh wait, there's the clothes! You make it through the clothes, after only putting 3 items in your basket (which upon coming home, you realize you already own similar looking items), and you stumble across the cheap DVD's bin. It's like finding another slot machine on the way out...

I will say this however: For every thing I find fascinating (and scarily addicting) about Superstore, I still can't bring myself to buy dairy products or produce there. I mean, who doesn't refrigerate eggnog at Christmas time? A: Superstore. And who's lettuce goes bad within 2 days? A: Superstore.

I guess we can't all be perfect...