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Trip to the grocery
Jun. 5th, 2006 03:28 pmI just returned from an unfruitful trip to the grocery story. I'm running low on things, so I got on the bus (ew public buses) and headed to my regular grocery store. A couple of weeks ago, they expanded the frozen foods section, so I should have taken that as a harbinger of things to come. I walked into the store and discovered that they were moving things around. My idea of a good trip for groceries is going in, grabbing what I want, and getting out. I don't like to wander around in search of Pop Tarts.
Anyway, there was a MOB of people in the store today. I am not comfortable in crowds. No, scratch that. I don't mind large groups of people in certain settings, like a classroom, for example. In a classroom, people have specific locations assigned for their use, and I can control the environment. In a store, people just mill around aimlessly and clog up the already small aisles.
Well, like I said, the trip was unproductive. Normally, I can get some pretty good sales at that store. This week, they had zilch. I came home with--a package of lunch meat and a box of Fudge Rounds. Big whoop.
Oh, and then, I got on the bus to return, and I had to sit next to some chick. She started cussing, because I sat next to her! I don't particularly like to sit next to people either, but it's public transportation. She needs to get over it. I thought about moving, but to be honest, I sat there a while to annoy her.
Anyway, there was a MOB of people in the store today. I am not comfortable in crowds. No, scratch that. I don't mind large groups of people in certain settings, like a classroom, for example. In a classroom, people have specific locations assigned for their use, and I can control the environment. In a store, people just mill around aimlessly and clog up the already small aisles.
Well, like I said, the trip was unproductive. Normally, I can get some pretty good sales at that store. This week, they had zilch. I came home with--a package of lunch meat and a box of Fudge Rounds. Big whoop.
Oh, and then, I got on the bus to return, and I had to sit next to some chick. She started cussing, because I sat next to her! I don't particularly like to sit next to people either, but it's public transportation. She needs to get over it. I thought about moving, but to be honest, I sat there a while to annoy her.
