December 7, 2009
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Please leave the kids at home.
Sunday, I went to BJ’s. Having not lived in NYC over the holiday season in a while, I have forgotten to not go to the store on a Sunday during holiday season. That’s when everyone shops, and they all seem to get dumber doing it. I also reinforced my strong love of going shopping online, where there are no long lines, no pressure, no parking, and no need to wear anything more than my pajamas.
My largest gripe today was the volume of shoppers, and that it was artificially inflated.
“How?” you ask.
For some reason, some families feel that it is necessary to bring the entire brood out to the supermarket when they need some items. It’s not like they were bringing teenage children, who could actually aid in the shopping. Incidentally, there was probably no way they could get those kids to agree to come shopping, anyway.
No, it was small children. Ankle-biters.
This was made worse bu the fact that in almost every case, both parents were there. Was no one willing to sit at home for an hour with the kids? Is it impossible to make decisions on what scent of Tide to get? Maybe if it were Wegman’s. They have a huge selection of each type of item. There may need to be some discussion to decide on a couple of items. But not BJ’s. BJ’s has a very limited selection, limited to only the most popular items, and only in bulk quantities. Heck, there are types of pasta that aren’t available at BJ’s.
Is one individual not capable of properly and fully executing the purchasing of items on a list? How the hell did you eat when you were single? Thank goodness you were able to find someone so that your collective brain power was sufficient to execute the difficult task of obtaining eggs, milk, and bread.
Nothing against women, but it’s like you are just there to supervise the shopping of your husband or boyfriend. If this is really necessary, maybe you need to reevaluate some things. In the majority of situations that I saw, the male drove, paid, and loaded the groceries into the car. The female’s tasks consisted of telling the kids not to touch stuff and loading them into the car at the end. Her job is only created by coming on the trip and bringing the kids.
Meanwhile, I operate in the stores like a champ. Stash the cart somewhere, grab a number from the meat section, and bring light items back to the cart, not wasting a moment of time.
