My heart beats hard as I enter. The place smells of many things. Sweat from other shoppers, sushi, flowers, a whiff of cooked meat that’s been
sitting out too long.
I gather all my nerve for what I am about to do. I must grocery shop. The store is packed with other shoppers. Some stronger than me, some weaker. I
have a plan of what items I need to look for. I know the route I need to take.
My first encounter is at the cart corral. I need a cart in order to get my things! But, HE is blocking my path. Obviously not in a big hurry to
move, He pulls out a cart and looks at me, takes a moment to decide what direction he wants to go, and finally, he leaves the area and I am able to
get a cart. I take a step forward to get a cart. Just as I lay my hands on one, another person steps in front of me and takes it. I scream in my
mind “curse you evil doer! It was my turn to get a cart!” I mentally shake my fist at that person as they walk away, blissfully unaware of any
wrongdoings they may have done.
Finally, I get my cart and move forward. I am walking the perimeter of the store, first hitting the deli, than the produce section. Everywhere I go
my path is blocked. It feels as though I am playing Frogger inside the grocery store. I dodge the lady at the floral department. Swerve right at the
clueless couple that is trying to pick out cheese (its cheese for Christ’s sake!) I finally get to the deli and pull my number from the
dispenser….number 99. The sign reads now serving 22 “Oh for the love of”……... I am o.k. I will just go to the produce section and circle
back in a few minutes.
After dodging more carts and people, I get to the table with fruit. Oh No!! There are 3 people just standing there talking in front of it. I
casually walk over next to them. Trying to tell them with my body movements that I need to get in there. They do not notice. I inch closer and
closer…finally I clear my throat and say “excuse me “they don’t hear me and continue to talk. “omg! How can you guys be so rude! Is there
no one else that matters in this world except for you!” I mentally shake my fist at them as I walk back to the deli department and check on the now
serving sign. O.k. We are at #37, getting close.
I realize that I probably have enough time to go get some canned goods and dog food before my number comes up. I make my decision to re route to
those locations and come back later to the deli.
As I walk through the main aisle, I remind myself of the number 1 rule: never go the main aisle, it’s always congested. I do anyways, as it is the
shortest route to the canned goods. Great! Now I get stuck in a traffic jam of shoppers who have finished picking out there product and are ready to
purchase. The lines are long and the people are agitated. Someone is reading a magazine as I pass by. Another whispers “oh my god, she’s paying
with check, who does that anymore” I steer through the traffic and take the first exit off. Lucky! It’s the canned goods aisle.
I look down the aisle, and see a mass of people in it. Apparently I am not the only one who steers clear of the main aisle. I cannot even see a break
in the carts in order to move down it. But, eventually, I make my way. There is a little old lady standing in front of the canned goods I want to buy.
I cannot reach the canned goods because she is standing in front of them trying to reach something from the top shelf. I offer my assistance. I grab
the can she wants and she thanks me, and moves along. Just as I am ready to claim her spot as my own, another shopper moves in and takes it. “You
son of a Bi...” I mentally shake my fist at her as I walk away.
I decide to go back to the deli as I have wasted so much time that I need to check to see if my number is up yet. Once I get close, I look at the now
serving sign. I cannot even believe it…it’s impossible…I just can’t…..
# 1…they are serving # 1!!
I bow my head, and look in my cart…empty. There is nothing for my family to eat. I have to get something for dinner….
I look up and see all the people around me. And it just dawns on me. I know what I have to do.
Quickly, I grab my purse, abandon my cart and head for the door. They are still blocking my every move, but I am on a mission. I cannot be stopped.
I run/walk out of the store, to my car, and squeal my tires out of the parking lot. Holding my middle finger up as I leave.
The solution to dinner was so easy. The signs were there all along. Where’s the beef? I know where it is. It’s on the corner of 5th and main.
It’s called Wendy’s. And it is what’s for dinner tonight.
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