We hardly ever do a large grocery shop together. By large I mean enough to feed my boys for a week. This is partly because when the KoD comes up (which isn’t that often due to work and kid constraints) it’s for a brief weekend and I don’t want to spend a couple of hours doing groceries where we could be spending quality time together as a couple / family. Plus when I go to NY we don’t have that much time either…
So, I was thrilled when the KoD asked if he could come with me to go grocery shopping this morning. I had planned to take full advantage of the fact that I have a car at my disposal. (My van, oh how I missed my van). But of course I welcomed the company. I was worried that shopping while fasting would be a no-no for him, but he wasn’t phased.
Ladies, why is it that men get so easily distracted in a grocery store? Men, why? Why did my usual shop take almost twice as long this time? I am walking along the aisle piling stuff into my cart, carrying on a conversation with the KoD, and more than once I realized I was talking to myself, he was lost somewhere down the previous aisle checking out some food item he hadn’t previously seen.
Now, food IS his business so I guess we can reason that he was doing market research, but from my experience, many men seem to get lost in the supermarket. Or take a long time. Or buy things that are not on the list but seemed like a good idea at the time and then it sits languishing on the bottom shelf of the pantry behind the maraschino cherries. I can zip through the grocery store in 45 minutes, still find time to check out the new items (they have Tabachnik broths in stock now. Looks good for cooking with) and check out. I don’t stand there for hours feeling each plum for softness, or knocking on twenty different melons to see if they are ripe. (Not that I am saying KoD did this….but anyone could have theoretically).
However, all tongue-in-cheek griping aside, the awesome KoD did not let me lift a finger to put the items on the cashier’s conveyor belt, nor did he let me shlepp even one item up to our apartment. A total gentleman all the way. He would have shlepped all the bags to the car, except that our store has a car order service, where you pull up in your vehicle, give them the ticket, and they put your bags, that they packed up in the store, in the trunk for you, for free. Spoiled, totally spoiled.
So we are sitting there, in my van, waiting for the guy to pack up the trunk, and the KoD casually asks me if I had ever had a problem with the car order, them giving me someone else’s stuff or items being missing etc. I told him I never had a problem although Z! could tell him a story or two. It’s interesting the conversations that God appears to be listening to with extra attention. Not two minutes later, we realize they were searching for something inside the car order bay where all the orders wait. They had lost one of our bags. The guy asks me for our receipt, and proceeds to go through all the bags they had in the bay. Eventually they found it, the grocery packer had neglected to put a tag on it, and somehow it ended up with all the delivery bags. First time ever that had happened to me. Of course I blamed it all on the KoD (we do joke around a lot)….but the main thing is we arrived home with our grocery order intact.
I am so loving having him here. The kids do too. There is a spring in my step, and a huge smile on my face. I feel complete.