Something hot and spicy????

Needing a few bits a pieces for dinner, Clare and I found a small supermarket in a very small town on the Great Ocean Road. Seeing a couple of ingredients and knowing the facilities that we had on the camp site, Clare decided that we were going to have Indian. Get in, was my immediate thought as I hadn't had an Indian in ages.

We got just about got all of the necessary bits and pieces together (Which was difficult in a) a shop of that size and b) in a country that doesn't stock much in the way of ethnic cooking in supermarkets (Compared to the UK anyway). Clare was desperate to have poppadoms with the meal so we hunted high and low throughout the store (which was actually only about three-four isles). I had been less than confident from the start that we would find any, but Clare, determined as ever, carried on trying. Approaching a young, shop assistant of Eastern Asian origin (very PC) Clare asked very forwardly if they stocked poppadoms. The assistant, strangely, appeared to be quite taken aback by this request, but replied that they did and that they were at the front of the store. Clare, clearly excited by this, looked at and said, "YES, they've got some". This seemed to make the assistant even more uncomfortable. They walk through the store to the front, and the assistant presented Clare with her request, a shelf full of CONDOMS. Clare confused, then laughed and said "POPPADOMS....for an Indian meal?" The penny then dropped with the assistant "OOOOOoooooh.......no we don't have any".