i don't like grocery shopping on a weekend. I take a deep breath and I see these people pushing shopping carts from every direction while I stragetically try to squeeze myself in towards the fruit section without elbowing someone in the stomach. When i get to the fruit section, i kinda linger there for five minutes just to decide which apple I should be getting: fuji, washington, grannysmith or the cheapest tiny ones? I bagged four fujis (they're crunchy and smell really good). While my dad was busy eyeing the fish selections, I went ahead to get my pepperidge farm oatnut bread, and parked our cart in front of the poultry section. Ten minutes have passed and when i got back, the cart was gone. It was not in the exact location where I left it. I try not to panic (we almost got everything we needed!!!) I walked in the direction where my cart would possibly be heading to. I took the north route, and ten steps away I saw the cart in front of the kimchi section. How the cart got there, I have no clue. Someone must have thought it was their cart, but oh, there's a cup of panera bakery coffee in it, not theirs.
I think I spend a lot of time in the cereal section as well. I try to be healthy when it comes to cereals. But sometimes the healthiest cereals are the most crappy tasting ones (for me at least). In front of me is a wall full of colorful cereal boxes and I'm staring at them knowing I only have five bucks to spare for a box of crunchy shredded wheat or cheerios or a kashi. But it never hurts to walk out with a box of cocoa crisps either.
Sometimes, I'm not bothered at all waiting in long lines at the cash register. It gives me time to catch up with the Hollywood buzz. I just pick up the latest edition of People or Us Weekly and by the time i finish looking at the pictures it's time for me to pay up.
Grocery shopping, I think, is the most fun chore to do, but not on a weekend.