Thursday, October 25, 2007

If You're Looking for a Good Time....

Just go to the grocery store?

Its hard to get the grocery shopping done with 2 four year olds in tow. The pleas, the demands, the fights. Oh, the fights! So when I can, I try and do the shopping alone. It shaves at least an hour and a half off the time it takes to get it done, and that includes aimless wandering or half-hour debates with yourself in the beauty aisle over which face wash to buy (both things I am often guilty of).

I enjoy this time alone, probably because its the first time all day I've been able to hear myself think. But it never fails. The same thing happens to me every time I reach for the peanut butter or open the freezer door for waffles.

I get hit on.

Usually by guys stocking groceries. Most of them are normal, hard-working guys. But a handful of them? Definitely creepy weirdos. And of course, those are the ones that always try and talk to me. Once, the same guy kept showing up stocking in every aisle I moved to, and he was always stocking whatever I was looking for. Sure, that may have just been a coincidence, but the fact that he kept telling me to 'put that beautiful smile back on my face' wasn't. Whatever, guy - I'm not smiling because frankly, you're starting to freak me out.

Earlier this week, I got hit on by another customer. I'll admit, this one was kind of flattering, as he was pretty good looking, except for the fact that he was mostly just enamored with my rain boots.

I know its partly my fault. Being a procrastinator at heart, I always put off shopping until the weirdo witching hour starts. I mean, if I was alone all night, shelving groceries, I'd probably get sick of talking to canned corn and start talking at everyone that walked by too. But I don't know what's worse anymore, fighting over animal crackers with my kids or fighting off propositions from um, animals, in the cracker aisle.

I think I'm ready for the online grocery revolution. At least then I can just hand out rejection by deletion.


Paul Krohnert said...

Well, if french fries are at stake, then I better comment again!

So, I recall Kelley telling me a story of how she was completely laughed at, while shopping at a Kroger in the middle of the night (and singing along to the music that was playing in the store). The only odd part? The person laughing at her was dressed in a complete CLOWN outfit, from head to toe (including the big shoes). Isn't shopping at odd hours fun?!?

hartley said...

I don't ever get hit on at the grocery store. what are you saying about me?