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A discussion, but also a challenge. (For me!)
It was at the height of the pandemic’s first wave two years ago that I realized how much I love grocery shopping. I didn’t know this about myself, at least not until it was taken away from me. I love going to the grocery store. The American grocery store of the 21st century is—for all the petty complaints some might have—a miraculous place, a stunning wealth and variety of foods and products under a single roof.
Now, I have two kinds of grocery shopping trips.
There’s the normal, scheduled ones—the thoughtful, sober, planned-in-advance trips on Saturday mornings where I go with a clear agenda and a handwritten list and a well-considered plan of attack. These trips are fine. I can stick in my headphones, zone out to an audiobook and methodically march down the aisles picking off everything on my list in order.
What I enjoy a great deal more, though, is the inevitable return trip. This usually happens on a Tuesday or a Wednesday evening—I’ll have decided I need something that I didn’t get…