the grocery store and i have an interesting relationship. when i have a list i can relax and enjoy. without a list i am lost–aimlessly dropping things in my cart hoping a meal or two will magically drift together. it is a bit silly because i’ve been shopping and feeding myself for 20 years+. i would have thought i would have mastered it by now, but sadly no.
what i have mastered is the speed shop (list in hand). i am a Rock Star shopper whipping through the aisles and weaving between other carts. it is smooth sailing until the checkout, this is where it all falls apart. who do i choose? the high school kid, the empty nester returning to the fray, or the chatty guy –it was always a gamble until the SELF-CHECKOUT appeared. i rarely encounter a line here, and if i do there are at least four queues. the odds are in my favour. i show up, drop my basket and scan. it is the ultimate multitask — the check-out and i are symbiotic.
but not today. i am under the weather, i don’t have the super shop in me. i have a list and a plan but i am meandering through the aisles. efficient but definitely not quick. finished i roll up to the checkout and pause…literally…the self-checkout beckons but i hesitate. i look left and right and as my buggy inches towards the far end i do a 180 and head for the manned till. the high school guy–not so chatty, not super quick but today he is my speed. i hand over my green bags, stand back and relax. the red lights bleep and sing a song for him, not me. i am checked out.
i found 4 mins of stillness standing in a grocery store. who knew?