This week is Thanksgiving and a lot of blogs are featuring “What I’m Thankful For” or “Thanksgiving Nightmares”, but I’m reminded of something a little more simpler and I would really like this to be an interactive blog today. I want to know some of your Grocery Store Nightmares! I can’t be the only one who’s been asked, “Would you please leave?” or have witness something traumatic at the local super market.
One of my first grocery store moments was when I was in Connecticut and very young. I don’t remember who I was with, but we were in a gourmet food store that has barrels of food amongst the aisles, like soaking dill pickles. Being the always curious child, I remember sticking my hand in a barrell and it was this nasty thick concoction that reminded me of oatmeal. It was slimy, chunky and smelled earthy and natural. I have no idea what it was, but the adult that I was with pulled my arm out of the barrell and had to drag me outside to towel me off. And to this day I don’t eat oatmeal because of the thick, disgusting texture in that barrell.
Another nightmare was in Norwalk, Connecticut at the big Stew Leonard’s store. I was in my teens and just recently realized how afraid of people being stomach sick bothered me. I had disliked it since I was 5, but an experience at school brought that dislike to a fear. (Yes, Diane, I’m talking about you!) Anyhow, back to the story, so Stew Leonards; this woman was shopping intently, looking from her list to the shelves, yelling at the toddler in the top seat of the cart, thoroughly distracted enough not to notice that her older child in the basket of the cart was tossing his cookies out the back. It was so disgusting!! I remember crying, begging my dad for the keys to the car and running away from the store.
The last story I have and believe me it’s not end of my stories haha 🙂 (seriously, if grocery stores were like doctor’s offices and shared information, I would never be let into one.) This one is definitely one of my favorite stories, though the manager at Albertson’s in San Diego, California would disagree. Jon, my husband – then boyfriend, were shopping and being very silly. We had a cart full of food to bring home and make a nice dinner, when we started charging each other and getting tickle-y. Laughter filled the aisles and we were like two little kids having a grand ol’ time. Well, that is until we reached the produce aisle and Jon started to threaten to tickle my very ticklish spot if I didn’t stop going after him. I kept away from him, walking backwards out of the aisle, fending himoff and that’s when it happened. I backed into one of those fancy wire racks that hold wine bottles much like this :and all six bottles of red wine came crashing to the ground one by one as if in slow motion, shattering and spilling cabernet from one side of the aisle to the other. The sound was defeaning, the mess intense and the shock devestating as the manager ran over to see what happened. Jon and I stood quietly to the side as the manager radioed for clean up, his face as beat red as the pooling wine at his feet with anger towards us. Jon immediately offer to pay for the broken wine bottles, but the man put his hand up and said, “I think it would be best if you would just leave and never come back.”
Without another word, I grabbed my purse out of the full cart of groceries and silently, Jon and I exited Albertsons never to return again. It was awful… we were so embarrassed! Now we laugh at it, but that was definitely the topper of grocery store nightmares.
In the comments below, please add some of your favorite grocery store stories, if it is too embarrassing and you want to remain anonymous just make up a name like Cookie Monster or something. I still want to read it 🙂 . Enjoy!