Shopping Impaired

My shirt is right-side out. My shoes are on, and they're not bedroom slippers. I have a 3-item list: Bacon, half 'n half and coffee. It's only 9 a.m. I can grocery shop. Grabbing the small cart, I aim toward the bacon, but end up at the deli counter. It's not on the list, but I might need some lunch meat. There's more turkey choices than I have brains to think through. So I buy two half pound packages of the same thing. At the in-store coffee grinder, I learn the hard way that the coffee bean dispenser doesn't have an automatic stop at one pound. Dingo dog chews aren't on sale or on the list, but I buy two large Dingos and a six-pack of smaller ones. All of that I can live with. I can't explain the sugar wafers. I don't like them, but they're always out as in-store samples, except at 9 a.m I discover. With no free ones to munch, I buy a pack. For $1.34, this weekend I'll figure the truth--are the vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ones different flavors or is it an illusion?