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July 20, 2004 The other day I was grocery shopping and almost burst into tears. I felt totally traumatized. All I was doing was picking up a few groceries. I decided to go to a new (to me) store. A huge, big store. You know the type, they seem to be popping up in all cities. Huge big warehouse sized places, you almost need a road map to get around in. This store was so big the employees were getting around on roller blades. I was totally lost in it. I couldn’t find anything and had to ask where the beef was, and the produce aisle was hidden among other things and I had trouble locating it. I had to inquire my way around. In all my life I have never had such an experience. This store seemed to be set up in a very confused fashion. Some aisles went this way and others that way and I stood in the middle and felt hugely overwhelmed. I’ve been grocery shopping for a great many years and have never experienced anything like this. I spent more time looking for things than I did buying them. I didn’t even get to the center aisles but spent most of my time on the outer ones. Now, some might say this is a good thing, I couldn’t find the high caloried foods or junk food that lurk in the inner aisles. But, really, I didn’t have any trouble finding the potato chips. For some reason they always find me. I found the fruit and meat but was too shaken up to do anything more. When I got to the check-out I really got a surprise. Lo and behold now I had to pay for my bags AND bag my own groceries. What a #### experience. There was clothing, household, automotives, plus and I didn’t see any of it. I saw HUGE, BIG and not much in between. All I really felt like doing was crying. I literally had trouble holding back my tears. You see I’m diabetic and get mood swings. When I get the least bit stressed out and the cortisol stars pumping I can get angry or weepy very quickly. I can only blame this for my reaction to the store because I hate to think there wasn’t a good reason for how I felt. Then to top it all off my ride was a no show and it cost me a fifteen dollar cab ride to get back home, where I immediately burst into tears and felt absolutely silly for doing so. I did realize something though, I’m really not a big city girl at heart. Give me the old fashioned corner store any time, or at the least a normal grocery store where the aisles go up and down, the meat department is on one side, the produce on the other and dairy is across the back. Oh and don’t forget the bakery. Have you ever noticed where that is located? Right at the end of the fruits and vegetables. Once we’ve picked up our good-for-us food I figure we can then reward ourselves with a nice gooey donut. I can’t anymore but I can still dream. IN A STORE THAT DOESN’T TRAUMATIZE ME. ------------ Email Donna Short: jollyology@hotmail.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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