There are 2 different Monoprix in my quartier, one for food and the other for clothes, toiletries, makeup etc. I go to the food one pretty much every day (because I like to eat) but almost never head over to the other.
For weeks I've been thinking I need to go to Monop, so I figure I'll take a break from writing about Christmas (don't ask) and head out. So I'm in the store and realise I don't have a clue what it is I'm supposed to be buying. I know it was important. I'm sure it was important.
After about 10 minutes of staring at cellulite cream and feet exfoliators, I decide I'd better leave because the security guys are looking at me funny.
I'll no doubt remember what it was I needed at 3am in the morning.