Stores and books

No luck getting a new cd. They had a plastic divider with "Cake" written on it but no cds in the slot. The stores suck here. Not just that specific store but most of them. In Finland I've never seen so many stores selling something that's not there (hitsin kaupat myy kaikki "ei oo:ta"). It happens in the supermarket as well as the bread store and electronics stores and all around the place. I mean it can't be so difficult to have noodles on the shelves at least once a week or even every other week. If they can't seem to have them then why even bother selling them. And why can't the fruit and vegetables be fresh in the supermarket? Why do I have to choose from 6 oranges when the store stocks like a hundred different sausages? And this is a big store I'm talking about. I mean if one is going to sell fruit and vegetables one should order enough to actually have more than a few ones that people would actually buy. I'm not going to buy just that one orange that looks good if I was going to buy oranges. I want at least two. If they've not got good oranges then I'll buy something else. Like juice. The selection of fruits and vegetables was better at the local Siwa (very small store) near where I lived in Jyväskylä even though it took like 4 times less space. (Yes, some things are better in Finland and I like to make this known.)

I did buy a book. This time I gave up, not feeling like reading about murders and such, and bought a brittish romance comedy book. I was at two stores for a total of half an hour or more before choosing. Of course the main character is very clueless when it comes to relationships even though she's been married for 15 years. Now she's telling me about this relationship she had before she got married to the guy she has two kinds with. Of course the character is coming back in to her life now that her new boss is friends with him. Same old story. It is entertaining even though I really don't respect the main character but I guess that's the point. Who ever thought Bridget Jones was smart?

The funny thing is that I always thought that I was way far away from such characters in these singles books (even though the one in the book I'm reading is married) but the scary truth is that I'm 25. That's about the age these books start telling about. Twenty-something, going on thirty, single desperate women. Oh I don't even want to think about it. Gladly I'm nowhere near desperate and besides who could put up with me not needing anyone anyhow.