Not seaweed soup

SO Having finally written the instructions to my version of Seaweed soup, I rush happily off to Albertsons. Their food costs a bit more, but the service is better and the store isn't so crowded.
EXCEPT today. I hunted and hunted for the packages of dried seaweed, usually found in the oriental section.
I filled my cart with the packages of pads and tampons that I needed, because YES this was the glorious day that I started my period. As usual it was unpleasant and exuberant. I did not find the sea weed. I asked a clerk who was caught idly wandering the isles, thinking he looked busy. HE peered nervously at the booty I already had filled my cart with, and literally ran to the oriental isle. Some men are afraid of carts filled with feminine articles, especially if they are pushed by cranky women looking for dried seaweed. WHICH I was.
He did not find seaweed either, but he found more then I had. He found an empty space marked, "sea weed"
He replied that he was so very very sorry, (He said that too many times) but he figured they were changing suppliers and he wasn't sure when it was going to be in the store again.
Ok... no seaweed.
It got even more fun when I tried to check out my multiple boxes of pads and tampons, because I was going to need them, believe me.
This clerk adjusted his cat eye reading glasses and gasped at the contents, and began to hurriedly ring up the items. I had picked him on purpose, I figured he would want me out of there fast. Just a hunch I had. BUT he screwed up the food stamps card, and he couldn't get the total right, and I decided then might be a good time to mention that they didn't have dried seaweed. He really hated me by then, and when I looked where there had been no one standing, there was a huge line behind my cart now. People changing feet and sighing, always my favorite sport.
HE cried for help, and a sturdy looking woman with carefully bleached hair, saved the day, and his ass, and got me out of there quickly. She had already pushed my cart off toward the front door before the transaction was finished.. kinda seemed like, "Don't let the door hit you in the behind on your way out." I made the soup without the seaweed when I got home and it was good. Then I called my daughter up, and she said she would sure like some so she wouldn't have to cook, and I took the big bowl over there, and it fed the whole family of three girls and two adults. It would have been better with sea weed. SIGH.