Shopping used to be my middle name. Yes, I loved to shop. However, now most times I find it unpleasant. Getting in and out of a car just about does me in. I use the electric buggies as much as I can. Those buggies can’t hold two eighteen pounds of dog food, 2 jugs of laundry detergent and all the other items that might be on my list. When this happens, I have to go with a regular push cart. Sometimes, these carts just don’t want to go in the direction I want them to go. But, then I’ve been stranded in the (NO MANS AISLE) when the electric buggy lost it’s juice! I sometimes can peddle with my good foot to the end of the (NO MANS AISLE) where I can wait for a salesperson to help me out.
Sometimes, I’ll find a kind hearted soul to lift the dog food on my cart. Then sometimes, I’ll just wait until someone comes down that aisle! Some grocery stores will offer to help me out with my items, others don’t.
I don’t unload my STUFF all at once. I’ll bring in the cold and frozen foods and maybe the next day work on the other STUFF! The dog food will stay in the trunk until it’s needed and then I’ll corner Z and have him bring it in.
Now days, it takes me a couple of days to recuperate after a shopping trip. Thus, I don’t go shopping unless I really need, too!
P.S. According to GRANDPA’S COUNTRY WISDOM: “Most of the stuff folks worry about never happens.”