The other day, Saturday night in fact, I was in the supermarket and the teenager ahead of me in the queue placed his shopping on the checkout counter.
The sum total of his purchase was four Red Bulls, a pack of condoms and some panadol.
We’ll call this the party pack. I didn’t stop and chat to him so I’ll never know if he had some specific plans for all of this or was just being wildly optimistic.
I’ll also never know how his night came together but clearly he was a man with a plan.
That plan was to get fuelled up, blast down the runway, soar briefly and with a bit of luck not get shot down. But as luck would have it his good friend paracetamol would be there to help pick up the pieces.
On the other hand my grocery items painted a similar picture.
Just replace the Red Bull with instant coffee, the condoms with nappies and the panadol with soluble fibre.
We’ll call this the saddest party ever pack.
Luckily no one judges you by what you gather up at the supermarket.