Thursday, September 27, 2012
Grocery Store Hell
I go to the grocery store . . . a lot. I wish I were one of those perfect wives/mothers/ homemakers who actually make grocery lists and dinner menus. I'm not. I don't like cooking. I don't like grocery shopping. I don't like cleaning up. I don't like anything but the eating part. You'd think, since I don't like going to the grocery store that I WOULD plan and make a list and shop . . . just ONCE a week . . . instead of torturing myself SEVERAL times a week. Sigh.
What's worse for me than actually walking into the grocery store, however, is the experience at the checkout stand. It wouldn't be so bad if the cashiers would just do their job and check me out (you know what I mean). I do not want to know their plans for after work, or for the weekend, or for the rest of their lives. I just don't. Tell me how much I owe and let me leave. A few weeks ago I was at the store (major chain) and there were several people behind me waiting to pay for their groceries. The cashier felt it necesssary to tell me all about an acquaintance who was an aspiring singer. That's really nice, but I had already paid for my groceries and was trying to leave. He kept looking me in the eye and talking very animatedly, using his hands. I kept making little steps toward the exit, and looking back apologetically at the line of people who were growing very impatient. Contrary to what my children believe, I do not like to be rude. So, I just smiled and said something stupid like "that's nice" and walked away. He was still talking.
But the WORST part of the whole grocery store checkout experience is when the cashier does a running commentary on almost every single item I'm buying. They scan, they pick it up, they read the back, go "hmmm," look me in the eye, judging, and then put it in the bag. What business is it of theirs if I have Ben and Jerrys and cheetos for dinner???!!! Torture.
And, guess what? We're out of milk so I have to go to the store today! Maybe I'll do self-checkout.