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Grocery Store Woes

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For sixteen years, I had Peapod deliver groceries to my home. It started when our son was an infant and we lived in a condo on the third floor. There was no elevator. How was I supposed to go grocery shopping and lug it up three flights without leaving our son unattended in a car seat? That’s a no-no, right?

So every week I’d open the app and place an order. Then I subscribed to their “Pod Pass”, which for $120.00 a year, I could have as many deliveries as I wanted. I was hooked. Time was precious. And my grocery bill was pretty reasonable.

Don’t get me wrong, there were times I’d go to the store for a few things, but I no longer did any large grocery shopping trips. That was for Peapod. Until I vowed it wasn’t.

The trouble started last year when Stop and Shop ditched their trucks. They hired Instacart to deliver instead. I tried it. Once my groceries were delivered to the wrong address. Another time, they were left at the bottom of the driveway. And frequently, the driver was an hour late.

A little digging proved that the Stop & Shop dispatch was sending our orders to a store 40 minutes away instead of the one that is only 20 minutes away. I called customer service for them to look into the problem and fix it. Nope. Didn’t work. Then I emailed corporate. No response.

So, I called and demanded a refund for my Pod Pass, vowing never to use Stop & Shop again.

The problem became how to get groceries delivered to our home.

Yeah, I know. Some of you are thinking “Why don’t you just go yourself?” Time is still a struggle. And now, our state is a ‘bring your own bag’ state. Grocery shopping is a stressor.

First, I tried Amazon’s $10.00/month for Whole Foods and Weiss. We still eat junk food so just WF wasn’t going to cut it. While WF was great, Weiss was not. My grocery bill went up nearly $100.00 per week.

Then I tried Target. They have the junk food and will deliver up until 11:00 PM at night. But their drivers unpack your food and leave it on your front steps. Bags not included. And I didn’t want to purchase another membership. I tried Target pick-up, and was surprised that I needed to bring my own bags. I did that only to be chastised by the kid behind the counter that I didn’t have the Target App. Target is less expensive than Weiss.

Shoprite had good prices, but they will charge $10.00 a week plus you need to tip of course. Wegman’s is using Instacart, which charges higher prices then if you go yourself.

Grocery shopping has become a HUGE stressor.

I ordered from Stop& Shop again. The driver arrived within the window. My grocery bill is still much higher than it was 18 months ago, but almost everything was there. Another week went by. WF & Weiss: but Weiss couldn’t deliver that day or the next. Stop & Shop could.

You see where this is going.

My black and white thinking about Stop & Shop had blended into gray. It’s still this way today. I still love WF delivery, but will find myself ordering from Stop& Shop about six days later. In case you’re interested, if you order $200.00 worth of food, delivery is about $7.00. And of course, you need to add the tip.

You may be thinking I’m lazy for not going to the store myself. Besides time, if I order the same stuff from an app, I don’t go wondering down the aisles gravitating towards specials and picking up things we really don’t need, or that I would like to try. It does help keep the grocery bill down… a little bit.

Now that’s a prickly topic isn’t it.

To me, it’s worth the extra money to have someone do my grocery shopping for me. It may be excessive, and a little expensive, but it does help me destress, just a little.

Let me know if you use delivery. What has worked for you?

Happy shopping!

I

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Day 25: Venturing Out ….Again.

got milkOf course, on the one day I went shopping this week, which was Monday, I didn’t buy milk.  My DH is the only one in the house that drinks it, and only with cereal in the morning.  So when I ventured forth unto Shoprite last Monday, I wasn’t thinking about needing milk. I had bought a half-gallon the week before, and just how big are our cereal bowls?  But I forgot that we are living in the Upside Down Inside Out.

By Wednesday morning there was no milk in the house.  Part of this was my fault, I suppose.  I had chosen to make French toast for dinner the night before, along with ham, egg, and cheddar muffins.    DH dumped the last drops into his cereal and looked at me with sad eyes.

The last thing I wanted to do was go out again.  My nerves have been a bit shot this week. NJ is tightening restrictions again.  And at this moment, I thought about saying “Get it yourself,” but I have been the only one out and about these past weeks.  It wouldn’t make sense sending DH.  Plus, he’s been working.  I’ve been sleeping.

First, I called a neighbor, the one who picks up groceries for the older ladies on the street.  I thought if I could beg hard enough, he might say yes. Which he did.  But by 8:00 p.m. we still didn’t have milk.  At 8:05, he texted to apologize and said he would go the next day.  That didn’t happen either.

I felt that I had overstepped my neighborly boundaries by asking. So today, I decided to do errands.

First stop would be the post office to drop off some bills.

Second would be the bank, which you have to use the drive through these days for any transactions.

Third was up in the air.  Did I want to go to Rite Aid, which is close?   Or did I want to go a bit farther to Target?  There I could pick up a few things, and spend some time wandering.

Fourth: a trip to Dunkin Donuts. Friday treat: two coffees and a doughnut for Munchkin.

The first leg of my journey was easy.  The second a bit more trying.  I had a hard time getting the canister out of the bank’s tube.  I almost dropped it, forcing me to stretch a bit too far out the window of my SUV.  Mind you, I had the seat belt on.  I was mortified as I managed to pretzel myself, twisting my shoulder into an unnatural position, my fingers clinging to the canister top, willing it not to fall to the ground beneath my car. When I was done, my shoulder ached and I had broken a sweat.  The car behind me moved over to the other lane.  It was a mortifying experience to say the least.  Sore and embarrassed, I decided on Rite Aid.  Before getting out of the car, I donned my butterfly mask and quickly fogged up my glasses.  It took me about fifteen minutes to decide which milk to buy, and to wander a bit.  A glance at my watch told me it was nearly 10:00 a.m., and I knew DH was waiting for his milk, and his coffee.  The last leg of my journey went a bit smoother.  I’ve learned that the owners of this drive -through D&D love the phone app, which I had installed a few days ago. There was a small line when I pulled into the store.  But the time I had left, the line spilled out onto the highway.

I headed home.

DH was happy to have the coffee, but the milk remains unopened tonight.

Going out today was a masked adventure, and despite everything, I’m inclined to venture forth tomorrow.  While things are dire, FEAR doesn’t help.  Going out wasn’t the worst thing I’ve done.  Even if it was for moo milk.

Namaste.

 

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Day 18: Masked and Breaking Curfew

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Of course today was the day that our fearless leaders changed courses on masks, and wouldn’t you know that I felt compelled to go the grocery store?

I left for Wegmans just after dinner, after scrounging around for some kind of mask.  Last night I was able to order a few off of Etsy, but it will be a little while before they show up in my mailbox.  It was misting outside.   The gray sky darkened.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I looked toward the entrance for the notorious line of waiting shoppers.  A couple of friends had warned me in advance that Wegmans was restricting the number of customers allowed inside.  There was no one by my familiar entrance, so I rushed to park.  It was only just as I was a few yards away that I noticed my entrance was blocked off.  Signs said to go to the left.

That’s when I saw the line.

It was 7:10 p.m.  I knew that the store would close at 8:00, the same time as NJ’s “suggested” curfew.  The mist was getting heavy, and I wished for my umbrella. The wait wasn’t too long…maybe ten minutes.

Today there were no wipes for the cart. But there was hand sanitizer waiting by the door.  Once inside the entrance, I realized how different things were from last week.  There were many empty shelves and bins.  I had to figure out what was the most important items on my list and dash to those aisles first worried about time.

Most wore masks.  A few gloves.  One woman wore yellow cleaning gloves, just like the kind my mom would wear when she cleaned our childhood home.  The few who weren’t covered up either looked down, or shoved their shoulders back and spoke loudly, as if daring the rest of us to say anything.

A man would announce every five minutes the time and proclaimed that the store closed at 8:00 p.m., but it would be open tomorrow.  Each announcement pushed me faster down one aisle, then another, scanning my list and trying not to get distracted.  In the cereal aisle I had to ask for help getting Cocoa Krispies. This nice tall, maskless guy obliged me.  At 7:50, I felt ready to get in line.

But then I remembered that I needed fruit snacks for my quarantined tween.

It took me another five minutes to find them.

Then I dashed back into the checkout line that snaked past the cashiers and into the alcoholic beverages section of the store.  Being a bit stressed, I couldn’t help but gaze at the different beers, then the rows of wine bottles.

It was 7:57 by the time I reached the end of the line, and was instructed to aisle 16.  The cashier was exhausted.  She didn’t want to see me, or anyone else.  I figured she would have given anything for there to be no more customers so she could gather her belongings, and go home.

So I smiled.

She scowled a bit at the amount of stuff I had placed on the conveyor belt compared to my tiny cart.

I still smiled.

She gestured me forward to ask for my ID… one of the reasons I love Wegmans.  It’s not like I get carded any more.

By the time things were precariously perched in my petite cart, it was a little after 8:00 p.m.  I let my mask drop as I pushed the cart through the rain to my car.  The parking lot was nearly empty.

Driving home was weird. I had this feeling of doing something forbidden, yet there were lots of other cars on the road.  It reminded me of how often I have felt that we live in two worlds: those who are sheltering in place, and those who are not.

Now I’m not blaming anyone.  Not at all.  But it was not the first time that I felt how oddly normal the world seemed when I left the house.

Things feel disjointed.  Time has little meaning these days.  And the stress is ubiquitous.

Hope things get better soon.

Namaste