funnytheworld.gif (4077 bytes)



2003q1-finalist.jpg (22857 bytes)Thank you so much for your nomination of my entry, Time for a Rant for a Diarist.Net award in the "best rant" category.  If you have an on-line journal and are so inclined, I'd thank you even more for your vote!   Congratulations to my buddies for their nominations too... MarnSunshyn, Michael, and Terri...and a BIG congratulations to Steve on being nominated for a well-deserved "Legacy" award.  Check out all the entries and vote your conscience!


26 May 2003

I was thinking of my father this afternoon. He was not a man who took time to smell the roses. It's not that he was busy about many things. I can't really remember him doing a lot, but people who moved slowly made him angry (heck, everything made him angry).

When it really became an issue is when we were out driving around in the car. We seem to have done a lot of driving around "looking at houses." I was an adult before he finally agreed to buy one, but we often went looking. Literally "window shopping"! When we'd get on the road to somewhere, if he found himself behind a slow driver, he would get angry about "Sunday drivers," as if people who wanted to "meander" down life's highway instead of taking it at a fast clip were somehow bad, undesirable people. For him it was all about the destination; he couldn't take the time to enjoy the journey.

Funny that popped into my head today, as I stopped by the local supermarket to pick up a few things (now that I'm doing this fotolog for food, I have to keep the variety in my meals!)

Sunday shoppers are quite different from your daily shoppers. If you go to a supermarket during the week you find people on a mission. They march purposefully up and down the aisles, grabbing the necessary items as they go. There is little stopping to check prices or ingredients or to decide between Special K or Cheerios. These are people who are seasoned veterans of the grocery aisle. They know what they want, they know where to find it, and they know how to do it quickly, to be home before the kids get in, or before the 6 o'clock news comes on.

Sunday shoppers, like Sunday drivers, like to meander. They may be trying out a new supermarket, or visiting Grandma, or taking the kids out for a quick snack. They don't seem to have a routine. Maybe they have a list. They wander around peering at the signs on the aisles looking for the toilet paper, and then maybe the dog food and then maybe the frozen food. They criss cross back and forth through the store.

If it's a big supermarket with lots of unusual foods and/or labels (as mine is), their eyes may glaze over as they look at their options. So many choices in mustard alone. Don't even get me started on barbeque sauces or marinades.

As they get lost in the abundance, they forget that they have a shopping cart with them, and the cart ends up blocking the aisle. "Excuse me," you say politely, trying to squeeze between them and their cart so you can make your pasta choice. "EXCUSE ME," you say a little louder, when they don't hear you the first time. They look bewildered for a minute, then move the cart an inch or two. You stand there and sigh and wait.

You see kids on Sundays. They are usually in school when the shopper of the house does the weekly grocery shopping, so Sunday shopping is a treat. They saunter along, checking out all the interesting looking things, paying no attention to the other carts in the store. Mom or Dad may stop, leave the cart in the aisle, and go off in search of little Johnny, who has disappeared again. Or there may be a debate in the middle of an aisle about the nutritional differences between plain Cheerios and Count Chocula.

College students still new to this "housekeeping" stuff shop together, filling their carts with beer and potato chips and try to decide if they can afford to buy a piece of meat or if they should have spaghetti again.

The flow of traffic always seems chaotic on Sundays. None of the militaristic straight lines, but lots of artistic curves. Lines at the check-out counter stretch back into the frozen food section.

On this lovely pre-summer day, there were people out in front of the store giving away samples of paper towels and toilet paper and everyone on the plaza had a roll under his or her arm. A small child was hitting a golf ball with a club at a huge inflatable paper towel roll.  People sat at tables chatting, or reading books.   There was the same relaxed air about it that extended to the activities inside the supermarket.

Sunday shoppers may make one's shopping trip a bit longer than usual, but sometimes it's nice to take time to smell the roses...and the coffee beans...and the fresh fruit...and the chibata bread fresh from the oven.

Quote of the Day

He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his soul's estate.

~ Henry David Thoreau

Today's Photo

thistle.JPG (39102 bytes)

I took a 10 mile bike ride today; this was a thistle I passed.

One Year Ago
(I have the flu)

Two Years Ago
Jolly Fat People
(The black side of being fat)

Three Years Ago
Karma Overdue
(Working at the homeless shelter)

Please visit My Fotolog
and My FoodLog

Powered by


Pounds Lost: 62
(this figure updates on Tuesday)

On the Odometer

Blue Angel Total 999.8
(makes me want to go biking for .2 mile!)
2003 YTD Cumulative:  500.6

nowherebutton.gif (1184 bytes)


<--previous | next-->

Journal home | bio | cast | archive | links | awards | Fotolog | Bev's Home Page


Search WWW Search Funny the World

Created 5/23/03


107 cu89c6


setstats 1

setstats 1