I’ll go weeks without grocery shopping for these reasons:
1. The parking lot is the worst. How many times have you pulled halfway into a spot just to find there’s a shopping cart hiding? Some people may get out of their car, move the shopping cart, get back into their car, pull into the spot and go about their day of errands. I turn into the Hulk with a license, throw my truck in reverse, turn green, (because I’m the Hulk), and drive 25mph to the end of the lane. Screw you, sneaky shopping cart.
2. The pedestrians in the parking lot, ALL of them. Especially the ones meandering down the middle of the row, pretending to be oblivious to my 3,000lb steel machinery with wheels inching behind them at 0mph. Then they’ll casually glance over their shoulder, and some will start ebbing their way to the right or left. WALK FASTER. Or I will bitch slap you, with my truck. Twice.
3. Can we talk about the hellish heat that radiates from the asphalt of the parking lot in the summer? It’s like living in the desert scene of “Fievel Goes West.”
4. You can’t go anywhere but home after going to the grocery store in the summer, because we all know what happens; wilted lettuce, melted goop, warm milk, puke. You’re stuck. See a friend on the way home, want to stop and chat? Too bad, your groceries are mere seconds away from perishing.
5. While we’re on seasons should I mention how much I abhor getting blasted by cold air after exiting the grocery store, and when there’s SLUSH on the ground? And the cart is all squeaking and halting because it is not snow proof. Omg forget it. I’ll eat snow from the front yard, thanks.
6. The grocery store is fucking worst before any weather malady; blizzards, thunders, hurricanes, “tropical storms,” you name it. There WILL be those crazy bitches stocking up on enough bread for the next 10 years and there will be daft macho men buying $600 snow blowers and building bomb shelters telling everyone the world is going to end. Take it easy, pal.
7. Being inside the grocery store in general is enough to send me into a pandemonium panic. There are about 40,000 items in the typical grocery store. FORTY THOUSAND. This means I have to spend 20 minutes scanning 50 different brands of granola bars. I would rather collect oats from the ground and mash them together with my adhesive saliva. I realize that sounds disgusting. I don’t care.
8. I refuse to go to Siberia aka the freezer section. Is it really necessary to reenact the ice age in aisle six? Plus, you know if you buy anything frozen you’re going to get home, open the freezer, and there will never be enough room, because it’s jam crammed with all the shit you never use, usually stuffed in the back which you may never see again. Freezers are stupid. Then you’re faced with the stuff-and-shove-and-shut-the-door-quickly routine. This may not be applicable for everyone but it is for me, and ice cream ain’t worth it.
9. One word: Checkout….Don’t even get me started.
10. The drive home from the grocery store you’re exhausted from all the idiots and shopping carts and coupon clippers holding up the line. Your eyes are probably burning from shifting your stare between 20 different kinds of soy milk. Once you finally get home, you spend even MORE time putting all this stuff away. Of course, realize you’ve forgotten the one most important item. Probably cereal or bacon. You curse yourself and the grocery store and it prevents you from ever going again.
Granted, I suffer greatly from anxiety, culture shock (having come from a pot farm in the middle of the woods where I lived with a cooler, not a refrigerator), and I’m in the anxious ridden state of early recovery; but I’m pretty sure all grocery stores should excavated, bulldozed, or wiped from the face of the Earth…at least one of those. Or all of them…Stupid grocery stores.