Self-Discovery While Grocery Shopping

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I spend ALOT of time at the grocery store. Enough time to learn that the meat manager secretly favours chicken over beef, two of the cashiers are dating, and the fellow who is in charge of the health food section is a chain smoker.

The grocery store is sort of a sacred place for me in many ways.   It provides alone time in a life where alone time is scarce. The music isn’t bad, there are free samples everywhere, and you can ride your cart down the aisles when no one is looking, which is kind of fun.

On the down side… lulled by the dulcet tones of an instrumental Bon Jovi mash up and dizzy with the sweet scent of Toaster Strudel samples, I become prone to a sort of existential extremism. I become acutely aware of my actions, leading me to recognize some oddly disturbing things about myself, like:

  • I am too lazy to eat oranges
  • I am too cheap to buy organic red peppers
  • I could be a vegetarian… but only if the pig became extinct
  • I CANNOT buy no-name ketchup. EVER. Heinz or death!
  • I always buy brown eggs but I don’t know why
  • I hide my junk foods under the other items in my cart
  • I buy People but binge read The Star while I’m in the checkout line (because I really do want to see “celebrities with cellulite”)
  • I go down the diaper aisle because it reminds me of when my kids were young
  • I eat olives from the display because the sign says “do not sample”
  • I have no idea how to eat a pomegranate
  • I will purchase any food item that has a “cream filling”

The list is endless. As I meander aisle to aisle, I notice the eccentricities of other shoppers too. Like the lady who smells the tomatoes over and over but doesn’t buy any. Has she always been a sniffer? What does she know about tomato smells that I don’t know? And there’s the guy who fills his whole cart with lean ground beef and bags of frozen berries. What the heck is he making for dinner?

Maybe we are all weird: the meat manager and the cashiers and the chain-smoking health food guy; me and the tomato-smelling lady and the fellow buying 20+ pounds of dead cow. Or maybe we are all perfectly normal and this is just how people are; obsessed with their own behaviours and a little judgmental about how other folks behave.

I bet we all have more in common than we like to think… And I KNOW we all secretly want to see “celebrities with cellulite”!)

Author: kim scaravelli

Kim lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, with her long-suffering husband, an assortment of off-spring, a charming cat named Winnie, and a less charming (but oddly loveable) schnauzer named Buster.

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    1. Ah… there’s your first mistake. Put hubby and the baby in your house and go to the grocery store on your own. When you have little ones, the grocery store can be an oasis of peace. And without family accompanying you, there will be time to sample the cheese!!!

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  1. Quite funny. Did you know there are countless mustards, but people still prefer their Heinz? Also, I gave my daughter a “blood orange” in her lunchbox, but forgot to tell her what it was. So, she tossed it as she thought it was spoiled. Have a great day. I am with you on the vegetarian issue.

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  2. If you want to learn to eat a Pomegranate, visit Uncle Spike Adventures, he gives all sorts of cools lessons on such stuff. And the Orples said to tell you they are thrilled you are too lazy to eat oranges. They wish everyone was. 🙂

    http://orples.net/orples-2/the-orples-at-the-aspendos-ruins-in-pamphylia-asia-minor/

    The above link is also linked to Uncle Spike’s blog in the event you are interested in seeing why I recommend his blog. If you stop by to see him, please tell him the Orples said ‘hello’ while you are there. 🙂

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