Yeah nah: I paid $9 for a box of bandaids today. NINE BUCKS. That’s at leat five bags of carrots or three beers during happy hour at my favourite bar in Sydney (it serves pizza and you had the most interesting reading material in the ladies bathroom cubicles).

Obscene.

I made the mistake of assuming I was carrying this morning, because when it comes to bandaids I am always packin’. My foot skin, and skin in general, is very soft, which is one of those BS feminine traits that are glorified in fairytales/adverts featuring Jennifer Aniston (no offence to Jen, her life is amazing). This would be great if you spend your life as a delicate princess/traipsing around barefoot between yoga and paddle boarding and verbally being fabulous, but not when you have to walk ten minutes each way to the train station. Yes. You HAVE heard me complain about this before. And I daresay this won’t be the last time I rally against the soft foot movement.

Because rough feet make for less blisters, and should be celebrated.

Unfortch I’m a little on the softer side and am quite prone to yellowish skin bubbles of serum forming on my feet. So I generally have at least two bandaids on me at all times. Even in my wallet.

But somehow I let myself run out without replenishing stocks.

And today, I had to make a dash for one of those corner stores that inflates prices astronomically in the name of convenience. They know they can get away with daylight robbery because people are either too lazy, too desperate or too drunk to travel further on to a store with reasonably-priced goods.

Today, I fell into the trap.

And I am livid.

Nah yeah: I saved $3 on honey. So maybe that cancels it out a little?

Yeah nah: Nope. Even with my honey saving, $6 for a pack of bandaids is still unacceptable.