I need to go grocery shopping. So badly. The situation is a little dire. I’m out of fruit (fresh and frozen) and Greek yogurt. And we all know when I run out of Greek yogurt, bad things happen.
Well, maybe you didn’t know that. But trust me on this one
I love creating a grocery list. I love browsing recipes online for inspiration while I build my list, and developing categories for each of the stores I visit (NERD ALERT). And I really like shopping, too. I usually take my time and wander the aisles … usually with a prolonged stop in the nail polish section. Sometimes I’ll even put my ear buds in while I shop and be in my own little world. It’s strangely peaceful.
But sometimes … getting groceries is a royal pain. And sometimes, people suck.
For instance, the last time I hit up my favorite grocery store, I’m fairly certain a middle-aged man in aviators followed me around. I’m serious, so stop laughing. You know how sometimes you run into the same people in every aisle you visit? We kept running into each other … but it felt a lot stranger than usual. And, well, he was wearing AVIATORS. That was super creepy and decreased my score on the “pleasant time while grocery shopping” card. I would have been a little more okay with it if he looked like this and told funny jokes:
But he didn’t.
Another pet peeve that I occasionally encounter while grocery shopping: screaming children. I know, I know. I’m a terrible person, and sometimes this situation is unavoidable. But I can only crank my headphones up so loud without annoying other shoppers/blowing out my eardrums/becoming totally unaware of my surroundings and therefore getting my toes run over by someone’s cart. I know that I will sing a different tune someday when I have my own kids and they’re screaming because they really want a box of terribly sugary cereal because it comes with a toy and I will feed them nothing but granola.
But for now … I can complain, so I will. To you guys. Don’t you feel lucky? Please don’t hate me if you have children.
It’s pretty likely that I won’t meet the father of my future (screaming) children at the grocery store. And that brings me to my next point. I always look like garbage when I go grocery shopping – usually Saturday mornings – and surprise, surprise … I always run into someone cute. I’ll never learn. This is a self-induced pet peeve. Note to self: brush your hair before setting foot in the produce section.
Stars. They’re just like us (although this is truly terrible – sorry Heather).
And one more point before I let this ridiculous grocery shopping rant end…
CAN SHOPPING FOR TOILET PAPER BE ANY TOUGHER?!
So many brands. So many prices. How many rolls in one pack? And ply? Then there’s cute cartoon people for each company and that just confuses me more.
Do you have any grocery shopping pet peeves?