I’ve been grocery shopping solo for the family for a while now. I go Monday morning after I feed Ellie her breakfast. It took me awhile to get my groove down, but I finally got it all situated. Unless it’s before a predicted snowpocalypse, it’s pretty uneventful. I have my own method to get me through the event, and I’d like to come clean on a few things.
Confession #1:
I hate the thought of other shoppers thinking I’m the stereotypical clueless guy that was sent to the store by his wife. That I’m wandering around the store without a clue of what to buy, or how to select produce. So when I am picking out fresh fruit or vegetables I pretend to know what I’m doing. I pick things up, squeeze them, look underneath them and then put them back. I repeat this two or three times before I make my final selection. What am I looking for? I have no idea. I’m just putting on a show. But I think everybody else is, too. As long as my thumb doesn’t go through anything, it seems alright to me. Continue reading “CONFESSIONS OF A GROCERY SHOPPER”