I knew as soon as I stepped outside that I shouldn’t venture to the grocery store. There’s something about hauling in groceries through the rain that is unappealing.
Why would I put myself in position to do something intelligent? It hasn’t stopped me before.
Upon arrival, what to my wondering eyes did appear but a 400 pound man fighting his 250 pound wife over who would get to ride the motor buggy through the store. For the first of at least three times I had to detour around these festively fat folks. If they appear in your aisle, tough luck. Go around. Given their combined mass, I was surprised at the miniscule volume of food they purchased. Then I realized that they must have been shopping at Kroger as a special holiday treat for themselves.
Aside from the several detours, I expeditiously arrived at the check-out lanes — each hosting a long line. Yay.
Given two options that look about the same, which option should I have chosen? Well it doesn’t matter because the line I enter will be the one that takes the longest.
The first idiot in my line caused some problem that took a while to resolve.
The next idiot spent about five minutes try to learn how to use her credit card.
The third idiot, apparently frightened by her friend’s bad experience, opted to use a check. Honestly, who under the age of 79 uses checks?
The fourth idiot, the man in front of me… wait, actually he had his shit together. He had a couple items and cash. The fourth obstruction was some guy who went to the service counter, which was closed, because he was overcharged on his recent purchase. My check-out lady spent two minutes trying to figure out if she could or would help him.
Even the fatty McFatterson family finished their shopping experience before me.
On the upside, this may have been the first time I was there when they had enough baggers.
“Nobrainer,” you must be asking yourselves, “why do you go to this store?” Well it seems to be the one with the greatest propensity for having attractive, young, female customers. But I sure do miss Bi-Lo in Clemson.