There are few horrors more challenging for me than the dreaded grocery store. The utter insanity of it all…
People screaming (talking), children darting about (dawdling), the horror of bumping into that guy I didn’t see behind me because I was looking at this thing in front of me, the people *shivers* brushing past me and not understanding that the radius for a personal bubble in a grocery store should be exactly 1 meter in all directions…
Then at the very end, the worst of horrors, the check out… where I have to go fast enough to not be annoying to the person checking me out or the people after, but slow enough not to place the eggs in the bag in a fashion that will leave me with a leaky mess, all while the guy at the till is talking to me like I can do two things at once – high expectations here.
So what if the donuts are crushed! At least I didn’t forget something at the checkout after paying for it again. Priorities people.
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