Small scale shopping
I am convinced; my local grocery store is “just the right size”. Now, without trying to vary my diet by too much, the process of getting there, in, out and home again is relaxing. Here, let me break the process down.
It takes about twenty minutes to get there, along a lightly traveled rural highway. No traffic. No traffic signals. No need to fear that my driving will attract undue attention (because the police seem to have forgotten about this section of the province). The parking lot always has space, and my time from car to carts is counted in seconds.
Inside, the arrangement is stable. As in, I haven’t seen it change over the last decade. Things are grouped according to rules, although why the cheese is in two sections still bewilders. Lots of milk on display, with the best before dates displayed. That’s important.
The meat counter is reasonably complete, although the quantities vary according to the day and time. Today, my big compromise involved choosing a small tray of stewing beef, in order to complete my stirfry needs. Not a big deal. I can even buy fish cakes, should I feel the urge.
The dog is an important customer, and I can get a mix of kibble, pig ears and his preferred chew sticks. Always. Again, a small detail, but I think it is good to keep the puppy satisfied. Yes, it might be cool to have him on a lead (make his own selections), but he might decide that one cart is not enough (for his needs).
I did forget to purchase frozen cauliflower (sorry!), but a return visit, later in the week, is reasonable. I’ll need more fresh fruit by then. Finally, the lines at the cash are non-existent.
