Carol A. Hand
Going to the grocery store is not my favorite chore. In truth, I typically avoid it as long as possible. It sometimes feels as if I’m entering the twilight zone or the aftermath of a zombie invasion. I encounter people blocking the aisles as they talk or text on cell phones or, as if in a daze, stare glazed-eyed at the colorful shelves stocked with chemical fare or off into space. They move at such an unbelievably slow pace, seemingly oblivious to everyone else. It feels like I’m in a different dimension, moving at a different speed.
Photo: Super Grocery – “Fredmeyer” by lyzadanger – flickr.com. Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 via Commons
I repeat an inner mantra. “Be patient, be kind.” But I try to zip thought this task and escape as quickly as I can.
These days, the major impetus for facing this…
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