June 29, 2005
So, people in Massachusetts shop like they drive (well...they do at the Market Basket). We went to do our routine grocery shopping yesterday and I (Kim) was seriously unnerved by all of the shopping carts flying past me. There was one point (at an apparently popular 3-way intersection connecting breakfast cereal, chips, and a donut spread) where, to get out of the chaos, I turned down an aisle (that I didn't need to go down) and was leisurely strolling through the oasis of solitude when suddenly this lady comes careening down the aisle behind me, zooms past me and cuts me off in order to avoid a little old lady pushing her cart down the other side. I was so shocked I just stood there (not the best of ideas since the other people who followed me down the aisle were not happy to be suddenly bottlenecked by me and the little old lady...thank God shopping carts don't have horns!). Then, a little bit later, I was waiting in line to look at the shredded cheese. I needed a bag of shredded monterey jack, that was all I needed. But someone else was in front of me, standing in the exact spot I needed to stand, so I was patiently waiting by the butter, pretending like I was despereately trying to decide between Land o Lakes or I Can't Believe It's not Butter (so that the person wouldn't feel rushed) when they finally moved on. I smiled and poised my hands on the cart, ready to push into their spot when out of no where this cart comes from behind and slides into the spot before I have a chance to move (Now I'm wishing there were a horn, a bell, something that would let them know of my displeasure!). And even though they seemed to be rushing through the store, carelessly cutting people off and taking their spots, they are suddenly completely relaxed and taking their time finding the perfect shredded cheese. I cannot tell you how many times that I was caught in a traffic jam, cut off, and given dirty looks for going to slow (I'm still adjusting to the layout of the store!!!). I was actually relieved to get out of the store and back on to the roads where, amazingly enough, the people are more civilized.