The place to be on a Sunday night
I’m not a huge fan of the grocery store, and am perfectly happy sending the hubby armed with a list and a budget. Two weeks ago neither one of us wanted to go and we put it off until Sunday. Reluctantly, I agreed to go after the kids were in bed.
I know there are certain times of the day when the store is less crowded. Weekday mornings, for example, are more tolerable than a Saturday afternoon. There are still people in the store though — stay-at-home parents and retirees, from what I can tell. Regardless, I still find myself becoming impatient and annoyed (my deficiency, not theirs).
Here’s the wonderful thing about shopping on Sunday night: I probably saw half a dozen other shoppers — at most! And they were college kids who didn’t linger in the middle of the aisle contemplating the price or nutrition value of cereal. They were having to move around me and my cart! It was fantastic! I could linger as long as I wanted in silence or zip down the aisle like a maniac. I did both because I could. I got the shopping done in record time, while enjoying some peace and quiet.
Ah, but shopping on a Sunday night isn’t without its disadvantage. Both weeks I’ve done this I’ve come home with junk food. I’m not hungry when I leave to go shopping, but apparently I am ready for a snack … or two. Still, it’s worth it simply for the time I’m saving getting through the store and standing in line. And nobody around here seems to mind.
