When we first moved here, the one familiar place was the grocery store nearest my house. It had the exact same layout as the one in the town where we moved here from. It was reassuring to have that known spot when everything else was turned upside down. I could rely on shopping relatively stress free and was able to get the chore done. Frankly, groceries just aren’t what I like to shop for. In all these years, I haven’t changed that much. I tend to do things in the same way with the same patterns, and I generally like routines. Today, I walked in to my same old grocery store and found it in turmoil. Remodeling and updating the whole enchilada. They are obviously keeping up with the Jones’ down the street with the new upscale grocery store. I just have one thought on that concept: if I wanted a tour of world foods, I’d shop there. It could be fun. Kind of. In a off-beat sort of way. About once a year. But for a dozen eggs and a loaf of bread, I don’t want to feel like a rat in a maze. I don’t need five choices of eggs or find myself questioning the subtle differences between crumpets and the usual English muffins. I just want to get a few items in a timely fashion.
Now, if others are like me, 7-Elevens are due to make a comeback. I might risk a bullet for an opportunity to go back to the simple life. I might even get a Big Gulp while I shop.