Today I went to work and I then to the grocery store. Take your pick.
Let’s do the grocery!
I have a friend that loves to grocery shop. He wheels down each aisle slowly looking for new food. As such he’s always coming home to his family with new flavors of chips, candy, or pre-cooked, marinated meat. When you walk past the frozen “what’s new” section, he’s the one buying that four pack of buffalo burgers drenched in buffalo sauce.
When I go to the supermarket I try to visit as few aisles as possible. I want to leave as soon as I arrive. What fuels the breakneck speed to which I zip around the aisles is the excitement of being home and tearing into the turtle cookies I bought at the bakery. Today I picked up said cookies and actually examined then as if to suggest, “I’m not sure you’re good enough for me yet. Wait, you were made fresh this afternoon? Yes, this meets my standard of freshness. I will, after much deliberation, place you in the cart.” The truth is there was a pretty girl in the department and I wanted her to think I reluctantly put the box of twelve cookies in my cart. “I don’t normally eat stuff like this!” I wanted to convey.
Here’s a way to shave five minutes of your shopping. You know how there’s a hundred types of bread flavors and brands? I’m someone that brings his lunch to work, a turkey sandwich, every single day of the year. I know bread.
All sandwich bread is exactly the same.
I’ve tried them all. From the double-fiber to the seventy-four grain with flax-seed oil – it’s all the same crap. Just look for one on sale that has the word “multigrain” in it. It all tastes the same. Even if your kids like Pepperidge Farm Cracked Honey Wheat, buy ’em the “Double Fiber for Seniors” loaf. They won’t even notice they’re pooping more.
I had to go to the store because when I arrived home tonight I had no food in the refrigerator. I knew it was going to be an expensive trip.
Instead of shopping every week I buy twenty things of Greek yogurt at a time. I’m the dude who picks up three boxes of cereal and five packs of frozen chicken breasts. I don’t want to go back to the grocery for two to three weeks. I’m a very busy man, what with my nap schedule and all.
So, when I hit that checkout line, my cart is full and ready to hit the disco. Tonight was no exception. As the guy rang up the order I found myself more proud the higher the total climbed. What would the tally be? $100? Ha – I crossed that back when he was doing a price check on Mike and Ike bags. Yep, they come in bags now.
When the dust settled and the senior bagging the groceries looked like she was going to have a coronary working on my order, the damaged leveled $148. I wanted to proudly announce to the other shoppers, “Wow – look at how casually I scanned my credit card without any emotion for the cost of my food. I must be super-rich!” I am not super-rich and inside I was thinking, “Holy shit! I just blew $150!” But to let someone see that is way too vulnerable.
I have one final bit of advice for those of you who are single or have dickheads for family that won’t help you bring in the groceries. I can’t believe that I hardly ever see anyone do this maneuver which I call the ’83 Madonna. Living on the fourth floor of a walkup condo building means I have to be tactical on my shopping. I don’t buy more than one twelve pack of Fresca because it wouldn’t be easy to carry up the steps along with the other groceries.
Tonight I brought seventeen bags of groceries and a twelve pack of Diet Sierra Kiwi-Strawberry up in one trip. Maybe my all-time greatest food-carry feat. The entire $148 of groceries swung from my body and then up four flights. Here’s how to do it. First, go plastic. Paper is for weirdos. It’s just not practical. I’m not sure which is better for the environment. I guess you can use your own bags from home, but why bother when you can get seventeen free bags from Piggly Wiggly? Free bags!
The manuever is simple. You load each plastic bag onto your forearm pushing it up with your other hand, like you’re wearing multiple bracelets. You’ll be amazed how you can carry six or more bags from wrist to elbow. Plus, it leaves your hand free for the box of Mr Pibb Cherry. You’ll look like a mental patient but you’ll get it all in one trip. If you have a long way to go from car to house (like I do) you must be comfortable once inside the apartment to drop everything on the floor. You’re going to need to lean against the wall catching your breath. Heck, you just carried up seventy-eight pounds of groceries.
Enjoy your food. You earned it and burned two hundred calories in the process. Rip into that giant Mr. Goodbar you hide from the rest of the family.
