The Mock Dock

I recently went to the grocery store…well, its really MORE than a grocery store. Target is more than ANY store, really. Target, to me, is the mecca of all stores. But, that’s another post.

Anywhoo, I observed something while doing my weekly shop. Grocery shopping is like a dance. A big socially-awkward, ”makes me relive junior high” kind of dance.  As I wove through the first aisle (bread, peanut butter and salad dressing aisle, if you must know), a couple was walking toward me. We each acknowledged the other, gave a slight smile and a “don’t we all hate to grocery shop” look. It wasn’t until the third aisle (Italian foods/Chinese foods) that I realized I would be passing by this same couple at least 10 more times. Each time became more and more painful. By aisle five (coffee, tea, baking supplies) I hated this couple. Mr. ”I Take Up the Whole Aisle with My Cart” and Mrs. “Gee Let Me Browse EVERY FREAKING Aisle and Take My Own Sweet Time Making EVERY FREAKING Food Decision” – they were relentless. Once frozen foods came around, I wanted to ram my cart into their perfect little lives. I wanted to make them sorry for ever entering my sweet, sweet Target store. Who do they think they are? whoooo….ok, give me a few minutes.

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Ok, sorry about that. I’m back. My therapist says hi, by the way. Back to my post, God…I LOVE Target!!