checking things off the list...
So yesterday's list of things to do before baby-dom only included one (?!) shopping related task! Blaspheme!
So, that is the task that got done.
I am relatively new to the whole "shopping at the commissary" thing. I didnt realize that there are high times and low times and no times in between. Mondays at two in the afternoon are known as geriatric-happy-hour from now on. I was indeed the youngest person in there by an easy 40 years.
Have you ever watched old people shop for meat? I walk up to the chicken breasts, see the words "boneless, skinless" and look for the biggest weight. They actually contemplate it and move all the little styrofoam plates around and dig to the back and discuss it with all the other oldies around. KILLING. ME. (not very softly)
A cute little lady in a day-suit came up to me and asked me if I thought they were being honest about the "seedless" grapes. I said "I can't imagine what would induce them to lie" and she made the little old lady "tsk" sound and walked away like I was so niave. (they do not have seeds, I tested them when I got home.
Interesting to note also: appparently there are "seasonal" groceries that you are supposed to scoop up and hoard. Would you like to have some corn syrup to make pecan pie with? Too Bad. You get nothing. People were seriously hoarding all the hams and turkeys. Is this the last shipment they are going to get? Is this the only shipment of holiday food? Where in the world are they going to store a turkey for three more weeks?
I was happy to get out of there, albeit stunned when I ended up with $270 dollars worth of groceries. yikes!
Cheers (Comment this)