When my dad took me to New York when I was 10, I told him I couldn’t ever imagine living in New York because I didn’t know where the Kroger was.
My opinion still stands on that. I went grocery shopping for the first time this evening. Terrible. Terrible. Overwhelming. I wanted Kroger. I was about 2 minutes away from fetal position in the dairy aisle.
Now don’t get me wrong. It was a very quaint grocery store. But I am not one for change. So you can imagine my overwhelming feelings when I didn’t know where anything was and they didn’t carry my crucial items. Where was my Great Value brand??? I couldn’t find the raisins.
I spent a quality 30 minutes wandering the aisles aimlessly and came out with the following items:
canned pasta sauce
a bag of bananas
99 cent frosted mini “spooners” ( like mini wheats but I also didn’t buy milk)
greek yogurt (I’ve never had this…)
and garbanzo beans.
This is the closest I’ve been to sadness while I’ve been here. I came out feeling like I had failed. I had mastered the skills of grocery shopping the last four years and now I feel inadequate. Supposedly there is a bigger grocery store a little further away. I’ll try again then. But for now I will eat my dry mini spooners and mourn the loss of Kroger.
Kroger fo’ life.