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The Last Shopping Day on Earth
One man’s journey into the fray
I do my grocery shopping early in the morning or late at night. Less people and less hassle. Well, I used to. My girlfriend does all the food shopping and cooking in our household now. Not because I’m a male chauvinist, but because she’s a cut above in the kitchen, she’s more discerning when it comes to the quality of our food, and she’s much better at dealing with the kooks who shop at the higher end organic grocery stores she tends to frequent. If you’re a foodie like my GF and enjoy cooking and feeding people, you probably approach cooking like an art form. Grocery shopping for you isn’t a chore but rather a stimulating pleasure. On the other hand if you’re a non-foodie like me, grocery shopping is simply an act of survival — just another inconvenient task like changing the smoke alarm battery, mowing the lawn or clipping toenails.
TJ’s
In my attempt to be a decent boyfriend and earn some brownie points (my girlfriend does all the cooking remember), I offered to accompany her to our local Trader Joe’s one sunny Sunday afternoon. My first trip into the fray at TJ’s would also be my last. As we got close, dark ominous clouds moved in overhead, foreshadowing the impending carnage I was about to witness.
