It’s Official: We’re Yuppies.

Back around Christmas time, we got a GPS device (Mio). Movie Dictator insisted we needed one, and he had a point -- given my near-psychotic level of stress while driving and my ability to get lost just about anywhere. In that respect, Mio’s been a miracle. Not only does it map the whole route, not only does it tell and show you where to turn, it can also find parking garages and Burgher Kings that are nearest to you at any given moment. Initially, I worried that I’d just be driving on autopilot, not noticing or remembering the routes. But instead I’ve discovered and learned all sorts of neat shortcuts. Driving has become fun!

So there we were yesterday, in our Subaru Forester (which is a wagon, not an SUV) and with Mio mounted to the dashboard, the envy of everyone on route 2 (or so we’d like to think). We were heading to British Delights in Westford. It might be the only British food store in the area. An odd little place, easy to miss (unless you use Mio, that is, or just keep an eye for the British flag). They have the best bangers. We also stocked up on sausage rolls, Horlics, Scott's Porage Oats and assorted sweets that were half-price and that we really shouldn’t be touching. You don’t want to know the appalling amount of money we spent. We drove back in high spirits, trying to justify to each other the value of every items we’ve picked up. Then we got home, unpacked the loot, looked at each other, and realized we had nothing to eat. It was time to boil some pasta.