When I was a teenager I loved to play sports. This is most likely from the influence of my older brother who was talented and gifted in every sport. You name the sport and he could play it. I was his ball rebounder for basketball, his outfielder for baseball and his goalie for soccer. And sometimes as a bonus I was his punching bag.
Back then my favorite sport was basketball. I loved the excitement of the game. It was fast paced. You had to learn plays and strategies. Being a competitive person by nature I thrived on the competition. I hated to lose.
As an adult I don’t get much opportunity to play competitive sports. I have to make up my own sports. I used to play in a competitive diaper changing game, then it was the cutest dressed kids league, but that got too expensive. Now I like to join in a pick up game of grocery shopping every once in awhile.
Grocery shopping can be a sport. Think about it. You have to have a strategy. Pushing that cart up and down the aisles throwing in the best deals and elbowing out the competition. I mean, being kind to the other patrons of the store. Sometimes that is more exhausting.
Never go to the store without a list. Never go hungry. Never, and I mean never, take your children OR your husband. Your bill will be twice the size. Okay , take your kids if you want some help, but leave the husband at home. He can help haul in the load after your exhausting grocery store run.
I recently went to Aldi’s for a shopping trip. If are not familiar with Aldi’s you should try shopping there sometime. Aldi is a German based company that has ridiculously low prices. They keep prices low several ways which adds to the fun of the game.
First, they charge you a quarter for a cart. If you turn your cart back in you get your quarter back. They don’t have to pay a worker to collect the carts because some poor soul will take the empty cart back to get the quarter. But I have never been so lucky. Don’t forget your quarter or you will have to beg someone in the parking lot for their cart and it’s not pretty.
When you walk in the store you will notice there are no shelves. The items are still in the cardboard boxes in stacks on each side of the aisle. After you fill your cart to the brim (I wait until the last possible day to shop so mine is always full) you place all of your items on an incredibly long conveyor belt. Your cart must be empty or the Cashier Nazi will scold you.
This is where the real fun starts. The cashiers are well paid and are trained to throw all of your groceries as fast as possible back into your cart. They are even careful not to break your eggs or squish your bread. It always cracks me up how fast they can toss your cookies (I couldn’t help myself).
The last way they save you moola is to have you bag your own groceries. Oh, and you have to buy the bags or bring your own. I have a friend that just puts laundry baskets in the back of her van and has her husband carry it in for her. I don’t mind bagging my own since the 12 year old boy at Meijer usually mixes up the frozen stuff with the paper goods. Not a good combination.
My only competition is myself. And my prize for winning…cold, hard cash.
See you in the
frozen food aisle playing field.