After a busy but thoroughly enjoyable weekend (which included three dinners, one lunch, two breakfasts at breakfast time, one of which included three samplings of chocolate honey on crumpets, one breakfast at lunchtime, three dog walks, many cups of tea, one relative welcomed back from overseas, three antique shops, one DVD, two iced chocolates, much quality time, two crappy magazines, one three-way comparison of big toes, one quote of the week: “What exactly is an iPod?” and many laughs) I finally got to Safeway for my Sunday grocery shop well past 10:30pm.
I’m more used to shopping in daylight. The aisles were almost devoid of customers. Supermarket staff in casual clothes rolled up and down with trolleys, dumping boxes everywhere for loading onto shelves late into the night. One guy reversed at speed, unused to encountering customers at that late hour, and almost caused a late night trolley collision in aisle 2. The bread shelves were empty of all but a single final wholemeal loaf (I’ll take that thank you).
Against all the signs and tradition I wheeled my trolley through the express lanes, with the approval of the checkout bloke, the only one working. He cheerfully packed everything, I took my shopping home along deserted streets, put it away, then my head hit the pillow and I slept like a log.
2 replies on “Late night shopping”
I don’t care what most people say, but that is by far the best thing about late night shopping, whizzing through the place like a man possessed
There is a lot to be said for shopping late. I also try to do my shopping before 11am or so, before the lunchtime madness