Grocery Store Assault

My neighborhood grocery store was an absolute insane asylum this evening. For a Wednesday, the store was cram packed full of people. Normally only two registers are manned, but tonight all seven were running fast and hard with at least four people in line.

The night before Thanksgiving (Thanksgiving Eve?) everyone and their brother who is in town from Uttica were in the store with cell phones plastered to his and her ears asking how much, which brand, where's it located? People wandered through the store eyes glued to the shelves, reading the titles cans, boxes, and frozen items, while in their hands were the deep blue handbaskets filled with crackers, drinks, and random meat.

The line was four deep to stare absently at the vegetables as the younger male who was waving a cell phone in hand and squeezing onions in the other. He even took a picture of the onions, waited, talked, and then picked up the sweet onions. In the cheese section, the myriads of shredded cheese in multi-colored transparent bags flummoxed a family of five. The Mom was handling each bag, focusing on the shredded Mexican mix and comparing it to the varieties of mozzarella. While the Dad was intent on the sharp cheddar, and the older daughter (young 20s) was all about swiss slices. The two younger children, probably high school, were busy throwing the red-wrappered chunk cheese at each other.

It was the same in every other section of the store. If it wasn't so cute and amusing to watch, I would have lost my mind while waiting on the hordes of indecisive fools, wanding aimlessly through the grocery store.

Ah, Thanksgiving, I'm gonna skip ya' this year.