I went grocery shopping today, not my favorite thing to do. But I was daydreaming about inspirations for my next mixed boudoir and implied nude photoshoot to feel inspired completing my shopping and making time go by faster. I notice first, many beautiful fit women in the produce section. I had stopped at a road side stand to get tomatoes, peaches, and squash. But still needed more stuff to make salad to last a few days. Days when I don’t have to do much cooking, pre-preparation helps. So far an encouraging experience. The deli, I wanted some lunch meats, I saw a half enthused deli clerk cleaning the scales and a couple waiting there that had ordered what seemed like 47893 things. Normally I probably would come back, or not wait and think of something else, but I was just along for the ride this time. So far so good, picked up some bakery bread, and granola….off to the meat section.
That’s where aisle traffic bottlenecked because people taking up the whole aisle or leaving their carts there….or let’s not forget the people who do so while taking an hour to select a product and go on. I was like, yea, this is one reason I don’t like the grocery store. Going at night can be a trick too, as aisles are blocked by stockers. But we live through it. It went downhill when I went through the frozen aisle to find some sherbet or gelato. First I see a mom and her young daughter who she let yap on her cell phone in the store and had no concept of others not wanting to hear it, or being able to talk and pay attention to where she is walking. No urgency in her stride. Then I saw this morbidly obese woman, probably younger than I am, who could barely move….her daughter, maybe 10 years old was not far behind and their cart was loaded with generic soft drinks and toaster streudels, etc. I had seen enough, and just did not have the energy to stay in that aisle and fight my way through the mob of oblivious shoppers.
I decided to grab some greek yogurt and slice up the berries I bought in produce, then head to the checkout. I was trying to decide which line to get in. One older lady with cat litter on the bottom rack of the cart, and groceries in the rest….I thought possible cat lady with a slew of coupons and I could be there forever. I got behind this young to middle aged couple who moved with a purpose and I could tell by their body language that they wanted to get through it too. As their groceries moved down the conveyor belt, it would have been nice if the cashier was cognizant enough to slide me the divider that I couldn’t reach….I wasn’t about to tritely reach over those peoples’ groceries to get it. Wait it out. I was relieved to be back outside and await my friends who were coming over for a Summer cookout. A day in the life of the neurotic artist, LOL.