I’m not crazy about shopping. Especially when it comes to grocery shopping; my goal is to get in and get out as quick as possible. It’s an exhausting process to make all those decisions, so I try to be as efficient as possible. I make a list and ALWAYS try to eat something beforehand. Otherwise, you know what they say, you’ll grab anything in the store that looks like it would taste yummy. For me, that would be everything in the bakery department and the ice cream aisle!
Coupons have never been my thing, and I also don’t believe in driving around to a number of different stores to scoop up the specials. The wear and tear on my psyche navigating traffic and crazy drivers, along with the extra time it takes is just not worth it. Unless we’re talking about wild salmon that arrives in the summer. I’d make a trip to the moon for wild salmon!
I have a system once I get to the store. I start at the back, work my way through all the aisles that feature our favorite items. Once in a while I have to circle back to find something I’d forgotten or passed by without noticing. But it’s not very often. I hate having to revisit my steps.
So you can just imagine how frustrating it is when I get to the store and find they’ve reorganized the shelves.
Good grief, why do they do that? You get used to a certain configuration and then they go and mix everything up. Is it because they want you to stay in the store longer and make more trips up and down the aisles to “discover” tempting new items? Or is it because some market research company figured out a better way to display foodstuffs so we vulnerable, unsuspecting consumers would spend more money?
It’s one of my biggest pet peeves!
But here’s another one: the 2 liter soda bottles they put on the top shelf, organized in some kind of rack that makes it IMPOSSIBLE for a short little person like me to wrestle them free. I struggle with it for a few minutes and then (horrors!) I stand on the bottom shelf. I know, I know. That’s a big risk because what if my weight breaks the shelf and all those items crash to the floor? What if the grocery clerks hiding behind cameras up there in the ceiling look down and see what I’m doing? I just know they’d send out some kind of security person who would issue a shopping citation. “Code blue on aisle four!” You can only get so many of those warnings, before they ban you from the store and you have to find somewhere else to go. Then, you guessed it, you have to adjust to another new configuration and until you do, it’s like wandering in the desert looking for the promised land!
So I’m very cautious about standing on that bottom shelf. Ultimately, I look around and eyeball the tall people to find someone who looks like they’d be willing to help me. Most people take pity on me as they watch me jumping up and down to dislodge some out of reach item.
Another pet peeve is when I buy ice cream and end up behind a person in the checkout line who takes FOREVER. I stand there watching the container soften then race to unload it into the trunk of my hot car. A smarter person would bring an ice chest with them, wouldn’t they? But I like to live on the edge and am not about to change my ways at this ripe old age.
You know what else drives me crazy? The person who stops in the middle of the aisle to check their grocery list. Then they give you a dirty look when you politely say “excuse me” and try to wiggle your cart past them. I cut elderly folks and parents with a passel of kids hanging off their cart a lot of slack though. But some people are just clueless. You know how you can sense if someone is standing behind you? Well, these people were either born without that chip or they just don’t care.
It occurs to me with all this whining I’m doing that I ought to be thankful to have so much variety to choose from. I should appreciate the ability to find food on the shelves in great quantities. We have so much plenty in this country compared to other places in the world. I shouldn’t be such a complainer.
So I’ll stop. But before I go, one last thing. Am I the only one who ends up with the cart that likes to veer to the left or right, has the one wheel that goes “thump, thump, thump” or slows to a skid when you least expect it? I didn’t think so.