Sunday afternoon at 4:00 p.m. is not the time to do your weekly grocery shopping at our local Wegmans. During the school year I grocery shop for the week on the weekend. I usually go on Saturday but today it was a Sunday activity and later than I would normally go because I had to stop by school to do a few things I couldn’t do on Friday due to a power outage.
Our Wegmans is a crazy place on a Saturday afternoon because we live in a Big 10 University town and all the students come out on Saturday to grocery shop. Sunday is a much less busy time but it comes with a cost. I should have been prepared because this wasn’t the first time it’s happened but I still ended up frustrated.
The shelves are bare and the produce is picked over on Sunday afternoons. I remembered this as I hurried into the store to get out of the rain. There was plenty of asparagus to go with the salmon I planned for tonight but when I made my way to the green onions and cilantro I found empty black baskets. This is a frequent occurrence. Apparently we really like green onions and cilantro in our town. Then there was the salmon that was to be for dinner tonight and leftovers tomorrow to go with the giant bunch of asparagus I already had in my cart. We seem to eat a lot of salmon here too. My choices were individual portions or a 3.5 lbs. piece that could feed an army. Since we no longer have an army it was the individual portions and improvising Monday’s dinner. While there were a few other things on my list unavailable I did get the last bag of my favorite coffee and the last two boxes of Bubly. Though one Buby box was broken open it went in my cart because peach flavored Bubly is next to impossible to find.
As I loaded my groceries onto the belt I was making my mental list. “Did you find everything you were looking for?” the checkout person frequently asks. I almost always say, “Yes!” even if it isn’t true but today I decided I would be honest when asked. While my checkout person carefully packed my groceries and kindly asked me where I wanted my cards and Bubly packed, he didn’t ask me if I found everything. Perhaps he’s learned not to ask that question on a Sunday at 5:00 p.m. As I left the store my frustration melted away when I felt the sun on my face. I popped my new sunglasses on and drove home feeling satisfied that I found a slice for today.