Here’s a sign you’re turning old: You actually enjoy shopping for groceries more than clothes.
Yes, this sad fact is true. Grocery shopping has it all—the sights, the smells, and people watching galore. I don’t know why, but I get a thrill out of scouring aisles for the perfect produce or a beautiful loaf of freshly baked bread. I even like checking the calorie count of random items—although the magnitude of calories in an item generally does not prevent me from purchasing. I get a rush when I used a clip coupon, even when it only saves me a few cents.
One of the strangest things I enjoy about grocery shopping: Checking out what people have in their carts. I am fascinated by what people eat. I love realizing that a matronly Mrs. Smith sneaks some Sangria. I like discovering a few boxes of Chips Deluxe in an apparent Vegan’s cart. It’s like I’m uncovering something slightly scandalous, if only I think so.
When I go to someone’s house for the first time, I nearly always check out what’s in their refrigerator (I try to be suave about this, but I often get caught).
I’ve got my grocery list next to me right now—which is really just a sham, because I’ll most definitely end up spending at least triple that. I’m getting a little thrill just thinking about it.