makro.

We have a store in town called Makro. It’s similar to a Costco or Sam’s, sans the membership, where you buy things in bulk for cheaper.

They also have a song that they play in the background. While you can’t hear it over this blog, I’ll tell you it’s a catchy number:

Makro, Makro, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Makro, Makro, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

It then carries into verses, but these are all in Thai, so 🤷🏼‍♀️

While the two of us don’t really need bulk groceries, we buy some of our breakfast and bread baking supplies there, so I go nearly every week. Stephen used to come to help, but this led to him getting the song in his head and singing it repeatedly. It took about three days to get it out of his system…at which point I was only four days away from going and hearing it again.

And it’s not even a real song.

(Tesco also has it’s own theme song, so if we went there in between, well…🤦🏼‍♀️)

Anyway, when Breakfast Club took off, we made weekly market & Makro trips a part of Thida’s job description. She and I go every Wednesday to buy all the rice, soy milk, flour, salt, meat, veggies, yeast, butter, oil…We buy it all.

And if Thida goes with me, then Stephen doesn’t. And if Stephen doesn’t go, no song. #winning

Fast forward six months, when I really think I’m winning. I only have to listen to the song once a week for about twenty minutes, which is reasonable for any human to handle.

We’re all happy.

Then, last week over breakfast, I hear Thida in the next room, teaching the Makro song to her three-year-old granddaughter. Teaching it to her, like it’s a real song. #thewinningisover

And then this week as we’re shopping around Makro, and Thida sings along with the song and comments, “Ha, ha. Stephen loves this song!”

I want to shout #itsnotarealsong! at the top of my lungs.