Grocery shopping, one of my least favorite things to do. The parking lot packed full, the traffic jam of carts, the hoards of people peering at the shelves, excuse me and sorries to get what is needed, the dreaded roll of numbers, the lighted sign that counts to slowly, the exhausted workers that have been pleasing for so long, playing the lottery of which check out line, hoping you picked a winner, dodging back up lights navigating back to the car.
That was then, Now….
Set my alarm, 6:30 am on Sunday morning. The parking lot is wide open scattered with the morning crew, the carts lined up perfectly just waiting to be chosen, bright smiles greet us at every turn, no waiting at the deli, the butcher, the bakery, exchange of pleasantries and good mornings, full shelves and cartless aisles, a familiar face at the checkout only one lane needed this early, a husband acting like a child standing on the edge riding the cart across the parking lot, no worries of being hit. I love early morning grocery shopping.