Grocery prices have crossed the line into ridiculous. One grocery chain in particular seems to feel entitled to charge, sometimes over three dollars, more per identical item than the nearby big box retailer. In addition, I still hold reservations about shopping there after certain political issues surfaced. So I’ve been driving and shopping at multiple places in search of the “best” deals.
Although pricey, but quite often less expensive than the “entitled” grocery store, Whole Foods is now a favorite. The small shopping carts are perfect for me. Plus, if steak is a luxury item now, then I’m willing to indulge less often and savor the each bite of the quality meats they sell. However, as much as I enjoy the feeling that I’m doing something good for myself, Whole Foods doesn’t always have everything I’m looking for.
In the past, there was a large chain grocery store about a mile away from me which I rarely frequented as it was dingy and poorly maintained. I was not surprised when it closed as there were several very shiny “entitled” stores in the area. So when I discovered that one store from that big name chain remains within a somewhat reasonable driving distance, I was not hopeful. Still I was lured in by the idea that I could once again possibly get almost all of my food items in one stop and not be gouged too badly at the register.
What a surprise when I walked inside. It was a different environment with different demographics–in a very good way. Not only was it clean and inviting, a wider variety of choices greeted me in almost every aisle. And I’m talking staples, not luxuries. Frozen vegetables, canned goods, and more that weren’t carried in my nearby stores.
The cashier was careful to not pack the bags too heavy for me to lift, and double bagged appropriately without being asked. She was also careful to bag meats separately and keep cold items together. Of course, I might have just gotten lucky with the only knowledgable cashier, but it was such a nice experience.
So, why am I writing about shopping for groceries?
Because the visit uncovered some realities.
In the past, I have been shocked and annoyed by the assumptions people make about me. Complete strangers feel comfortable saying things to me that are completely opposed to some very core beliefs of mine. To the point where I actually began wearing T-shirts of alternative type bands to the grocery store. Nothing like a TOOL shirt on an old woman to make people think twice before talking to me–but maybe that’s a post for a different day.
What struck me about the store was the diversity of both products and people. The parking lot was filled with different makes and models and vehicle ages than my usual haunts. This was a place that a shirt announcing my difference was unnecessary.
And what a relief that is.
