I’m the primary grocery shopper in our household. It’s just how it’s worked out in the whole division of labor over the years and I’ve come to terms with it. Grocery shopping is a necessary chore that requires, believe it or not, some degree of finesse in order to survive the experience. Those of you who grocery shop regularly get this. Those of you who don’t, listen up.
Grocery shopping is especially difficult for Type A personalities. Type A people don’t understand the lingerers, the fingerers, or the hanger arounders. Type A’s just assume everyone who grocery shops will do so in a linear fashion with focus. Focus is the name of the game and Type A’s want everyone to have it.
As a Type A person myself, I’ve had to adjust to the grocery store experience. I’ve learned to smile at people, I’ve learned to apologize (even when it’s not my fault that the other persons cart is taking up the entire aisle), I’ve learned to be patient and not blow my stack at the mind numbing waits in the check out line. I’ve learned these behaviors over many years because it just makes the entire ordeal easier.
Now then, Jeff is also a Type A personality. Unlike me, he claims to enjoy grocery shopping. I have to assume it’s because he rarely does so. He likes the fantasy of picking out sugary cereals, grabbing chocolate cookies, and stocking up on mint chip ice cream since those items rarely make my list.
When he insisted that he go shopping with me last week, I gave him my best “are you sure” look. He was not deterred.
Inside Kroger, Jeff barreled down the aisle’s with his ‘get it done’, ‘clear the field’, and ‘hurry it up bud’ attitude. He had little old ladies scampering to the side of the aisle and children fell silent as he whizzed by. He was on a roll.
Of course, it all fell apart when we hit the check out line and the lady in front of us had a purse full of coupons. Jeff’s face turned red and I swear I saw steam rising out from the top of his head. His voice got loud and he nearly shouted, “This is #@!!# ridiculous!” Fortunately, I knew it was coming so my “SHHHHHHUSH!” overrode his expletive.
He was a caged lion trapped. His hunt was over, derailed by the less focused. As we left the store I heard him muttering, “There should be rules about coupons. Rules.”
What a rookie!
Until next toon,