What a Jar of Capers Taught Me About Courage

This Monday was not only miserable by simple virtue of being a Monday, but also because I ended up paying 50 pence more for a jar of capers. Sunday night had brought a bout of cooking. The goal: a hearty Tuna Nicoise. Only much too late did I realise I was missing capers. Not to be disheartened, I packed away my concoction and resolved to fix the ingredient gap the next morning. Entering the grocery store, I was a woman on a mission. My destination was clear, my objective fixed. £1.95 for a jar of capers — expensive but acceptable. I marched confidently to the till, only to be horrified as the screen flashed £2.45. Had I misread the label? Should I pretend to look for my loyalty card, all while scouring the store’s website for the price? I cast hopeful glances, yearning for someone to notice my dilemma. No store employee in sight, no customer to offer a lifeline. Delayed by all these thoughts, the apathetic machine prompted me, “Would you like to continue?” Preferring not to cause a scene or hold up the empty queue any longer, I scanned my card and bought this overpriced container of tangy green goodness. While exiting the shop, I cast a backward glance at the aisle. Under the cold fluorescent lights, I caught sight of the £1.95 sign, mocking me. <a href="https://medium.com/modern-women/what-a-jar-of-capers-taught-me-about-courage-bdb2059a2912">Read More</a>