Anyone who knows me well knows that I detest grocery shopping.
I’d rather clean toilets…really.
There are many factors that weigh into this,
no less including too many choices, sticker shock, and randomly weird experiences that abound anytime I attempt to actually complete this chore.
Tonight I needed to go. I had put it off for a few days, but we were just about out of food so off I went. At 9 p.m. because there are less people and I can get done faster.
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While I was sprinting walking the aisles, I was feeling convicted about my less-that-cheerful attitude about the quality time I was spending in Woodman’s. (It’s cheap…that’s the only reason I shop there.)
So I decided to look for things that could potentially make my outing a little more fun.
Like…
- singing along to the songs playing in the background.
(This actually isn’t a new one for me…I have been known to…ahem…belt out Bubbly. True.)
- walking the Asian food aisle and looking longingly at all of the Indonesian stuff/ things we could buy in Indo.
I didn’ t buy any
tonight, though.
- Making it a challenge to not have
to backtrack. (I have a route in the store when I shop…I know, I’m a dork.)
- Keeping a running total in my head of how much I was spending.
I am never good at this.
And I was nowhere close.
It was still fun.
- Chatting with the cashier about Clif bars…and feeling relieved that I’m not the only one who thinks
the chocolate chip ones are gross.
Whew.
You know, I actually left the store with a smile on my face.
(And it’s a good thing, too, because I ran into a friend on my way out!)
Maybe there can be joy in grocery shopping. Well, sometimes. 
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