I’ve begun to see the attraction of those grocery shopping apps on the phones now, as I’ve gotten older and have declined a bit in mobility, merely from being out of shape and over-heavy. Generally though due to my work schedule I wind up going to the larger stores (for 24 hours, either Meijer or Walmart, occasionally Family Fare) and often enough I do that, and find it disorienting when I happen to have to go to either one during the day, when there are hundreds of other shoppers. Frankly, I don’t much care for other shoppers in general at this point. :^)
Hang in there.
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I've made an observation over the last several years in terms of random familiarity. It's similar to going out and buying a new car. You get out on the road with it, you feel proud and unique, and suddenly you start to notice so many other new cars out there of the same make and model as yours. I'd never really pondered it until my doctor had me submit for handicap placards, just how many people there are around this town who are sporting the same thing. You'd think it's one big Shady Acres retirement village. I'll still crack wise about them, because I
am one of them now. It's not like my conditions are reversible. My disability lawyer looked at my initial medical summary and said, "You're not disabled, you ought to be DEAD." My doctor told my wife that I was just falling apart. Seriously. Your doctor's official opinion is you're rattling like an old Edsel. I have earned the
right to make handicap jokes. And I don't care much for other shoppers, either. I'm getting to the age where I'm really becoming a crank and a bit of a hermit. They get in the store, and always seem to find someone they know and start jabbering, blocking the aisle like a blood clot. Half the time, they know you're standing there, glaring at them, and they just tune you out of their presence. I resent having to walk the length of the store and double back to that same aisle to get to the frozen broccoli that's
one freezer case down from where they're holding their little coffee klatch. I'm there to get what I want, and get the hell out of Dodge.
OK, that rant's over, too.