Addictive behavior
07/06/2025
There they are again, the temptations in a section of the supermarket where I don't really have much to look for (anymore). But while, to my wife's horror, I regularly just help myself to the current season's fruit in the fresh produce section and put some in a bag to weigh up - more or less unseen, it'll be fine - I'm always very, very picky in the toy corner. I also take my time to really rummage through all the Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars. It would be a real shame if I missed out on a particularly desirable model. It's actually the highlight of the week's shopping, the little moment of happiness could be lurking here, while otherwise you're constantly reminded anew when buying food how expensive life actually is.
That's why I hold back when it comes to cars - not when it comes to food, life seems too short for that - I only buy the simple models from the standard series. In my opinion, this is where the hunting instinct comes into its own. However, there is often nothing of any significance, the local wholesaler even seems to leave the hooks quite empty on purpose - there are only 5 or 6 cars hanging where there would be room for dozens. If only they knew how much more they could sell if they filled the rack regularly...?
But perhaps they know about my passion, know the fate of the families who have to wait every Saturday for dad or the husband to leave the children's department. And how they then have to answer the following question: Where to put the ever-growing collection of toy cars?
One solution is to give everyone who visits us for the first time a car, but our circle of friends isn't that big after all.
