If I ever
win the lottery one of the first things I will do is start ordering all my
groceries online and have them delivered to my house. I do not like going to the supermarket but it
is a necessary task that falls under my jurisdiction.
In order to
make supermarket runs more palatable I
sometimes look to see what others have in their carts and make up a little
story (in my head) about them. Dinner party, child’s birthday, quiet dinner for
two, and girls’ night in are just a few of the scenarios I’ve created. Small
orders are my favorite for guessing as I think you can tell a lot from the
collection of items in the cart.
Sometimes I
see something that sends my mind wandering down memory lane. Just today as I passed the bin of colorful
bouncing balls of various sizes I was transported 20 years back in time. My girls were young, and there was no easier
way to bring smiles than to pick out a new ball then go home and play in the
yard after putting the perishables away.
I remember they used to have fruit scented balls and we had a purple
grape scented one and an orange colored orange scented one, each with a goofy
smiling face on it. I wonder if they
still make them. Those were nice times.
Frequently
I have short conversations with strangers when I am at the market. One Sunday morning as I stood in the tomato
sauce aisle considering my options a man stood next to me and asked what I put
in meatloaf. I told him how I make it, and he asked some questions including if
I thought three pounds of meat would make enough meatloaf for four people with
some leftover. At the end of the
conversation I wished him a happy successful dinner party, made my selection
and continued on. Near Valentine’s Day
as I stood in line at Shop Rite having stopped on the way home from work, I
learned from my fellow shoppers that one was making chocolate covered
strawberries for her family, another was buying a huge Whitman’s Sampler for a
soup kitchen, and a third was making goodie bags for her children’s school
parties. I didn’t ask, for some reason
people just start conversations with me.
I don’t mind, it passes the time pleasantly.
Even though I don’t like going to the supermarket, it is a
place that must be part of my life so I have found a way to make it pleasant;
and when I win the lottery I’ll find someplace else to go where strangers who
feel so inclined can tell me stories.
1 comment:
Love how you make grocery shopping more pleasant! It's really cool how strangers will just start chatting with you, too. :-)
Ralph
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