Shopping in a grocery store is such a banal experience. Shuffling along, looking at rows and rows of well- (and not-so-well) designed packaging begging for you to pick it up, place it in your cart and merrily move along to the next choice. Oh, once in while you might have the thrill of a sale or being the oh-so-clever-one-who-knows-about-unit-price-but-also-has-this-amazing-coupon-slash-points-deal-that-actually-makes-the-store-pay-you-to-buy-organic-fruit-cake! Yeah, grocery shopping is not a thrilling excursion.
But….do you remember those times awhile ago? When you were younger and with friends? When you danced in the aisle or fenced with French bread? When reading ingredients was like performing a comedy and the people around you gawked at your ability to actually enjoy the process of purchasing food? Maybe you don’t…maybe you have never had fun while purchasing your weekly list. But stay with me here… and imagine, just for a bit, trust me and imagine, a grocery store like that, where we enjoy our time, where we are silly and whimsical. An experience in which we strike up conversation and don’t hustle and bustle our way in and out, wracking our brains on unit prices and calories. One in which we share our deals, our recipes, our hopes for next week and memories of the last.
Go shopping with a close friend. Share your lives and your thoughts, laugh at the melons, sing with stalks of broccoli, and dance to the dull muzak. Find a food that you’ve never tried and buy it. Strike up a conversation with the elderly gentleman who’s basket contains a small jar of peanut butter and three cans of tuna. What a glorious place to engage in humanity!
“Did you find everything you were looking for?” asks the cashier.
“No, I found more than I was looking for…”