grocery shopping as metaphor

I get my beans & rice from the bulk bins of the PCC a few blocks away. I have a bunch of 1-liter jars and a steel funnel, so I packed all that in my messenger bag of holding and headed down the hill. Or so I thought.

I couldn't find the funnel. Then I grumbled. I looked around for something that could help me get beans in jars, and saw the plastic bags. I tried one. I got beans everywhere. I grumbled louder.

One of the staff happened to be there. She gave me a quart plastic container, which had been ten feet behind me the whole time, and cleaned up the beans on the floor.

I filled up my five jars in about triple the time it would have taken with my funnel, paid for them, and trudged home. I put the jars away.

Then I found my funnel in my messenger bag.

Pretty much all of the last three weeks have been like this. It may stop at any time.