That means a trip to the grocery store. We have a membership big box store just a few minutes away. I don’t do a lot of shopping there because what would I do with 15 pounds of potatoes or 60 rolls of toilet paper? Everything comes in mega packs, but their meat is wonderful and so is their prepared foods and desserts. Fruits and veggies are great too if you need a lot.
I went on a Tuesday morning at 10 a.m. They open at 10 so how bad could it be? Bad, very bad! There were three parking spaces left (out of 200) and I swear they were in the next county. I was intent to not whine, do my business and get out of Dodge.
To get a cart or not? That is the question. Their carts are huge and unwieldy. I’m picking up three items. Technically I don’t need a cart but I worried about being stuck in a check out line for a long time. Even ten pounds gets heavy after a while especially when it’s ice cold.
So I’m pushing a cart as big as a train car among people who have no sense of direction or manners. They chat in the aisles completely blocking it. They do a “U-y” where there isn’t any room and bang into me. That’s “me” the person and not “me” the cart. Ouch!
First up item I couldn’t find but I found a good alternative. I put it in my cart. I went to the next item artfully dodging crazies. There were none. This was the real item I came for. Boogers.
I looked over to the checkout line and it was as long as a football field. There were no concession stands to help out. No one yelling “get your hot dogs and beer!”
I put item #1 back, left the cart sitting in the aisle, and walked back to my car in the next county. It’s a Tuesday morning. People should be working. What’s up with that.
Just a little miffed (okay a lot miffed), I went to the next store. It was a little better but busy. I parked closer but not what you would call close. I was able to get my items. Checkout was a ten-minute wait at the self-check. A customer in front of me had a full cart. It came to $135. That needs staff approval. Self-check is for small orders but obviously this customer is devoid of common sense or thought she would be faster than the cashier. She wasn’t. She had trouble finding codes and there wasn’t enough room on the landing so it didn’t register the item. Argh.
Aside from a few necessary eyerolls, I was good. No snide remarks under my breath. No grunts. Nothing out loud. (I want to stay on the nice list.) Eventually it was my turn and I got out.
People are buying and spending. The whole morning was traumatizing. It was people-y. I am cocooning now and hoping to recover by Christmas. Whatever I don’t have, I will do without.