I need a few things, but I honestly despise shopping. I hate shopping so much that I am quite certain Hell is a mall. Grocery shopping is the worst because I know I need to fight those crazy people, and I know I need to stand in those damn lines, and I know that at least one bag will break, and I also know that I will forget or leave behind the one and only item that I truly need on my list (something essential, like toilet paper or ice cream).
I sit in my car for about three minutes, talking myself in to actually entering the grocery store. Okay, okay, I am finally convinced. I grab one of the smaller carriages (this will be a quick trip, right?) and wheel it into the store. I prepare to enter the first aisle of items when I look at the front registers.
The lines for an early Monday afternoon are ridiculous.
This is when I am supposed to admit that I am victorious and conquer the market! This is when I claim the grocery store in the name of introverts everywhere, plant my flag in the frozen food section, and sing songs of praise to the register receipt as I skip out the door with my many parcels!
But what actually happens is that I spin the cart back toward the door, drop it off in front of two women who've just finished a large grocery shopping trip, and walk right back out to my car without even hesitating.
Just like that ... five seconds in ... I've given up.
Ehhhh, I'm not suffering. I mean, I have toilet paper at home, and I may even have ice cream. I'm reasonably certain I can survive for a few more days.
