Things that aren't garlic presses

I didn't buy a garlic press today. I've not been buying a garlic presses a lot lately, which is rather irksome because I want a garlic press. At least I think I want a garlic press. I'm a little conflicted on the matter, since I find the process of chopping small pieces of matter (say, a cloves of garlic) into unfeasibly smaller pieces of matter oddly soothing (or perhaps it's just playing with sharp knives). On the downside, it's time consuming, and I dislike the odour of garlic on my fingers afterwards, not to mention the taste when I forget myself and inadvertently lick my fingers (although garlic does seem to go rather well with milk curiously enough).

But for some reason I seem unable to hold an image of a garlic press in my mind for any length of time. It doesn't seem to take long before my thoughts slip off the subject onto other shinier items instead. Today for example, my shopping list consisted of a battery for a remote control and a garlic press. I returned with a battery for the remote control, a new universal remote control - thus negating the need for the battery in the first place - and an audio cable which I'm sure is going to come in handy one day. And no garlic press. Similar expeditions in the past have ended in a similar fashion, although to my credit I have brought home a considerable number of useful items that aren't garlic presses. And a few other items that I'm sure will come in handy one day. And a strange thing with suckers on it that probably isn't going to come in handy, but which looked rather intriguing. At one point I did come very close to buying a garlic press, before being evacuated out of the shop when the fire alarm rang.

Is it a conspiracy perhaps? Could there be some reason the universe conspires against my owning a garlic press? Perhaps it's a signal that I should have better things to do with my time than worry about such frippery. Or maybe - just maybe - it doesn't mean anything at all...