This evening I went to the grocery store alone, which I seldom do. I only needed a few things, so I felt confident that I could get through the aisles without collapsing.
First item: Bagels. The ones that were on sale were on the bottom three shelves. Problem was…the last three shelves are about knee height to me. So, I had to get down on the floor and reach to the back of the shelf to get the one I wanted.
Item 2: Frozen vegetables. Popular brand on sale, but on top shelf in freezer aisle. I could see the boxes, but they were so high I couldn’t tell what was corn or what was broccoli. I had to walk around to find someone to help me. She was bothered by the whole thing.
Item 3: Kitty Litter. Easy enough. But the giant containers are about shoulder height for me. I could never get it down and if I did I wouldn’t be able to lift it into the buggy. Ironically the bottom shelf on the buggy isn’t deep enough to fit the container.
Item 4: Yogurt. Rows and rows of yogurt. Every brand, every flavor you could imagine. Yogurt as far as the eye can see. Couldn’t reach the ones I wanted. I guess only giant tall people eat that brand of yogurt.
Item 5: Soy milk. See #2 and #4.
Whoever designed this store needs a bitch slap.
So I get in line, pay for my stuff, and walk out to my car. I was so frustrated I could’ve spit. Then a guy walking by gives me a look and says “Handicapped parking? Must be nice.” I could have slapped him, but I knew he could probably run faster than me. So I gave him the MOM LOOK.
I’m not ever going shopping alone again. Ever. Never.
(Oh by the way, I’m 5 foot two, eyes of blue)