The Joys of Shopping

No, not fun shopping, grocery shopping. Oh joy! I usually grocery shop at the Wal Mart Supercenter because it is convenient and cheap and so am I. Cheap that is, not convenient.

Anyway, no matter what time I go I can never find a parking spot up close so I wind up parking out in Timbuktoo in the vast parking lot. I don't think the spots up close ever open up. They just have cars permanently parked there. So, I park and venture inside the discount giant for my weekly trade of food for money.

Once inside I try to remember what I am there for. Lately I've been good about bringing a list, but mostly I wing it. Even with my list I forget stuff and have to stop at the grocery store on the way home to pick up the forgotten items. I need a brain transplant I think. So I start piling up my cart with toothpaste and toilet paper, carrots and crackers. I'm really a boring shopper. I do buy ice cream, but that is about the only fun item I buy. Mostly I buy ingredients, not ready to eat stuff. Like I said, I'm cheap.

Once I have my cart piled high and overflowing it is time to check out. I go down the row of checkouts, (never the self check, never never never), and try to determine which line is the shortest. It doesn't really matter because whatever line I choose they will run out of tape, or need to replace an item for the person in front of me, or something will happen making my line the slowest moving of all of them. Once I finally make it to the front I start to unload my cart. The problem is that the little bag carousel fills up before my cart empties out. This means that the checker has to put my bags on the floor and I tend to forget them.

Yesterday when I went shopping it was pouring down rain when I went out to unload my groceries, which is typical. So, I unload in the rain, putting dripping bags in my clean car and getting my shoes all wet. I drive home with wet shoes, and then try to get the kids to help unload the groceries. They relunctantly unload and then disappear as only teenagers can when there is work around, leaving me to put the groceries away. Amazingly I didn't leave any bags behind as tips for the checker! I warn the kids away from the stuff I bought for our party on Saturday and put away the food. Then I warn my husband away from the stuff I bought for our party on Saturday because he is nosing around it looking interested.

Finally, the joy of shopping is over for another week and I can sit down in front of the tv to watch some good old fashioned trash. Hope your day was as uneventful as mine. :-)