In the grocery store
I really don't like grocery shopping.
In college, I loved it. It was my house chore, because I didn't mind and because I had a car. Every Saturday I would take our house list and go to the tiny little grocery store and try to find things like Kohlrabi or portabello mushrooms. The girls in my house liked to cook exotically, but Fillmore, NY was not equipped to handle us. We were lucky if we could get baby spinach.
I got to do this chore in lieu of cleaning the bathroom or vacuuming, so maybe I just liked it because it seemed the lesser of the evils. Now that I'm responsible for cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming and grocery shopping and making meals for myself . . . well, it doesn't seem nearly so fun anymore.
Today I had so much stuff that I went through the actual cashier line instead of the automated line. I couldn't face dealing with having all those bags and nowhere to put them, all while having the machine yell at me to "please place your item in the bag" and refusing to shut up. And it was actually pleasant. Much more room for groceries, and the clerk, who was about seventeen and probably gay, was very friendly and chatty. I'd forgotten that you could have personal interaction at the grocery store.
(Yes, that title is a song lyric. Mad props to anyone who knows where it came from).
In college, I loved it. It was my house chore, because I didn't mind and because I had a car. Every Saturday I would take our house list and go to the tiny little grocery store and try to find things like Kohlrabi or portabello mushrooms. The girls in my house liked to cook exotically, but Fillmore, NY was not equipped to handle us. We were lucky if we could get baby spinach.
I got to do this chore in lieu of cleaning the bathroom or vacuuming, so maybe I just liked it because it seemed the lesser of the evils. Now that I'm responsible for cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming and grocery shopping and making meals for myself . . . well, it doesn't seem nearly so fun anymore.
Today I had so much stuff that I went through the actual cashier line instead of the automated line. I couldn't face dealing with having all those bags and nowhere to put them, all while having the machine yell at me to "please place your item in the bag" and refusing to shut up. And it was actually pleasant. Much more room for groceries, and the clerk, who was about seventeen and probably gay, was very friendly and chatty. I'd forgotten that you could have personal interaction at the grocery store.
(Yes, that title is a song lyric. Mad props to anyone who knows where it came from).
posted by Melanie at 6:29 PM
