Yesterday Vince insisted we go to town again. Really . . it was to get Rita’s meds because the pharmacy didn’t have them all when we went Wednesday so we had to go back yesterday to get the others they ordered. But . . that was a trip to the pharmacy, not a trip to Walmart AND Aldi!
I did not want to go . . Friday before Thanksgiving. I didn’t need a thing. If I could have stayed home, I would have finished a knitting project.
We went to Walmart . . pretty uneventful. We went to Aldi. Oh, my goodness! It was packed in there. Every Aldi I’ve been in, the workers are stocking the shelves and it’s often hard to even get down the aisles. Add Grandma in her cart/buggy . . whatever you call the thing that she drives, or attempts to drive, and half the county in there shopping and it was gridlock.
We couldn’t go in and get just what we needed and get out because we didn’t need a darned thing. We were just parading up and down the aisles, looking at everything. Vince picks up about every third item and says “Don’t we need this?” My response, always the same “Nope! We don’t need anything!”
Grandma in her cart was not a very good driver. She’d go from the left side of the aisle to the right side of the aisle . . diagonally and stop halfway in between so there was no getting around her til she decided to move. And she was barking orders at her son or whoever that patient guy was with her. “Get me a bag of chocolate chips! NO! Not that kind, the other kind! Get me two. No . . get me one!” Secretly, I wanted to hand her Vince’s phone number and tell her she could call him any time and he would LOVE to take her shopping.
Same aisle . . just a little farther down, there were two old guys. Thinking back, they were probably about our age. They had parked their cart right in the middle of the aisle and walked back to look at something. Couldn’t get around them on either side. I hate grabbing someone else’s cart with all their stuff in it and shoving it out of my way. I was looking at their cart, trying to decide if I just bumped it with my front right wheel, would it move enough to where I could get by? The guys saw me and cheerfully came to move the cart. I said “You know, if you had thought about and planned just a bit better, you could have parked that cart smack dab in the middle of the aisle so no one could get by!”, which was, in fact, what they had done without even planning it.
They laughed, thinking I was joking. I kinda was . . they were having a good time shopping. I mostly was not joking or having a good time shopping!
Vince was behind me saying “I can’t believe you just said that! You’re going to get us thrown out of Aldi.” I turned around to face him, raised my eyebrows like I was thinking . . If that’s all it takes, there’s more where that came from!
Last night I was looking at a recipe and I said “I have everything to make this except pimiento.” Vince said “I can go back to the store one day this week and you can stay home!” What did he just say? I can stay home!
I’m thinking he’s realizing that I have spent too many days shopping and the crowds are more than I can handle and I may really embarrass him if he drags me to one more store. If only I had known that was all it takes!