A Little Old Lady and the Grocery Story

A Slice of Life

Photo by Nathália Rosa on Unsplash

I used to love going to the supermarket, stroll down the aisles, take my time, and just relax as I filled my cart with enough food to last about a week — and for a good price too. But then it was masks, plexiglass screens, hand sanitizer, grumpy people, and social distancing — though I don’t mind that part. I never liked people breathing down my neck and invading my personal space anyway. Thankfully some of those annoyances are fading into the past. Fingers crossed.

But now we have to deal with soaring inflation. Unbelievable. The good prices that filled my shopping cart a year ago, now don’t even fill a quarter of it.

So needless to say, going to the grocery store is not enjoyable any longer, it’s more of a hassle. And I try to limit my time in the store by getting in, grabbing only what I need, and getting out as quickly as possible.

But, unless you want delivery, which I don’t because I prefer to choose my own food, then you have to go to the market. And to the market I went.

I pulled into the parking lot and it was full. The store was going to be crowded. I got out of the car, and under the blazing sun, I trudged across the scorching asphalt and into the store — where I grabbed the first cart waiting. Sticky handle. I wiped down the handle…