Friday morning, on my way home from work, I had to make a couple of stops, which included, can you guess? If you guessed the grocery store, congratulations! Give yourself 100 points.
While I was at the store I ran into an old friend I hadn’t seen for a long time. When I told my friend that I stop by the grocery store everyday, he gave me an odd look and said, “really?” I didn’t find that an odd thing to say. Then I started thinking. I’m probably the only guy who goes to the grocery store everyday.
I could count on one hand the times I’ve been to the grocery store and did a weeks worth of shopping in one trip. It’s not like I’m buying laundry detergent, toilet paper, or coffee everyday. My wife and I never know what we’ll be having for supper each night, so I’ll check with her in the morning and then go buy whatever we need on my way home from work. It really doesn’t seem that odd to me.
My trips to the grocery store are so set in stone that if the cops, Revenue Canada, or anyone else is looking for me, all they have to do is head over to the No Frills on 4th Avenue any weekday between 10 and 10:30 and they’ll find me! I make myself a pretty easy target, no doubt about it.
There should be a plaque in the store with my picture on it proclaiming me the #1 customer of the year! They’d never have to change it!