Friggin' Albertson's



I am not the most disciplined grocery shopper. On my days off, when I must visit the grocery store on my own, Jenny sends me with great trepidation. I'm supposed to pick up tomatoes and nothing else? I also come home with cheese. Oh, and fruit. Maybe some flowers. I'm an impulse grocery shopper, the kind that stores must love.

Today, I vowed to be different. We needed tomatoes to go with dinner tonight, along with some sandwich fixin's for Jenny. I had a list. I was going to stick to that list for once.

The list included postage stamps. Now, I usually use the self-checkout lanes at my local Albertson's. But I'm not sure if you can buy stamps in those lanes like you can when you use an actual, human checker. So I stand in the express lane, proud that I've purchased everything on my list, and nothing more.

Then a woman comes over from the bakery, wheeling a cart filled with french bread, fresh out of the oven.

Resistance.... fading... No, I'll be good. After all, we're going to eat dinner in just a couple of hours, and I already have bread for Jenny's sandwiches and a baguette for tonight.

But... it smells soooo goood..... and I could use a snack.... and it's only a dollar....

I caved. I bet you, would, too, if you had that cart right in front of you, the pleasant aroma of fresh-baked bread wafting through the air.

So my streak of not being able to go to the store without an impulse buy continues. And I'm eating fresh bread while typing this. And I have no regrets.

Posted: Tue - March 15, 2005 at 04:43 PM          

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