Ever since I moved out of my parents’ house in March and started living on my own, I’ve had to start grocery shopping for myself, something I have come to deeply loathe. But just about every week, I find myself writing out a grocery list as I go through the chore of trying to figure out what I’m going to cook in the next few days to come. I load up my reusable shopping bags into the car and drive the fifteen or so minutes to my nearest Aldi, and when I’ve found all that I can find there, I sweep by Meijer to buy the last few things on my list.
It goes a little something like this.
- Alright, I’m off. Hopefully things won’t be absurdly busy at this time.
- Aww, crap. The parking lot looks packed.
- Let’s get this over with.
- Why do people always have to be standing in front of the things I need?
- Better pretend to look for something else while I wait for them to move.
- Oh. My. Gosh.
- People are EVERYWHERE.
- I hate this.
- This sucks.
- Power through, Allison. Power through.
- Oh, geez. A screaming kid.
- Why do they always have to have their fits in grocery stores?
- Honestly, though, I feel ya, kid. I want to go home, too.
- Someday, you’ll learn to cry about it on the inside, like I am right now.
- PEOPLE. PEOPLE EVERYWHERE.
- Excuse me, please…
- UGH.
- Sorry, am I in your way? Sorry, sorry, sorry!
- These bags are getting so heavy, ugh!
- Screw this.
- Screw my life.
- Okay, do I have everything I need?
- I think so.
- WAIT, NO I DON’T! Aghhhhh!
- Alright, time to go to checkout.
- Annnnndddd it’s packed.
- At least the line is moving pretty quickly.
- Too quickly.
- Gahhh, stop moving, conveyor belt! I’m not done loading up my groceries yet, and there’s a person in front of me!
- Alright, my turn.
- I’m going to say that yes, I found everything okay, even if I didn’t.
- Should I start re-bagging my groceries now?
- Should I go ahead and swipe my card?
- No, I’ll wait.
- Alright, time to gather my stuff now.
- Need to hurry, need to hurry…without letting anything get crushed…
- Gahhh, this is so stressful!
- Cashier and person behind me, I’m sorry I’m being so slow.
- Whew, I’m done! Okay, gotta get my keys and go back to the car.
- Pulling out of the parking space is so stressful.
- Off to Meijer now.
- Ugh, traffic. I hate traffic.
- I hate people.
- This parking lot is a pain in the butt.
- Oh, gosh, the greeter at the door is saying hello to me.
- I don’t know what to do.
- I’m so awkward.
- They probably think I’m rude…
- I’m sorry, I’m just shy!
- Annnnddddd…it’s packed here, too.
- Fantastic, more screaming kids.
- SO. MANY. PEOPLE.
- This is the problem with working a 9 to 5 job. I have no choice but to go grocery shopping at the same time as everyone else.
- Power through, Allison. You can do this.
- This sucks. I want to go home.
- Okay, checkout time.
- Great, there’s a line.
- YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE IN THE “20 ITEMS OR FEWER” CHECKOUT LANE, SIR!
- Stores need two different kinds of checkout lanes: one for people who have their sh*t together, and one for people who don’t.
- Alright, there’s an empty lane over there.
- Time to hit “I brought my own bag” like three times before the machine finally registers what I’m trying to do.
- OMG, the itemĀ is in the bagging area, you limp potato!
- “Unexpected item in the bagging area?” OH, FOR THE LOVE OF…
- Alright, look around. Is there a store person nearby who can help?
- Yay, thank you store person!
- These automated checkout machines are so annoying.
- Alright, I’m done. Thank God! Time to get out of here.