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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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Grocery
Doing the groceries was once a task I looked forward to. It was usually a Saturday morning or in the afternoon on a weekday when I would meet up with my Mom to accompany her to the grocery store. I usually did my own thing (school stuff, friends stuff, or boyfriend stuff) first before the groceries.
The grocery store occupies half the first floor at a popular mall in my hometown, about two-thirds the size of Megamall's Supermarket. Its floors are shiny and white. The aisles in between shelves are comfortably big enough. The goods and produce are organized accordingly. It doesn't smell fishy and the airconditioning makes you forget it is warm and humid outside.
Notably surprising was how quiet the people doing the groceries were. It was as if conversations should be had at hushed tones and rarely did Serendipity favor a chance meeting between friends or relatives.
It has been 5 years since I last did my grocery there. Looking back, the grocery store was a sanctuary, a refuge from a stressful environment at home: going over the shelved items, running my fingers down labels, helping Mom figure how many of each kind, and silently planning of a strategic way to sneak a bar of Toblerone into the cart without Mom having the chance to say "No".
Today, the nearest I get to sanctuary is Rustan's supermarket but I always end up with a few items on my grocery list I have yet to cross out. Megamall's supermarket holds more items, more variants, and is considerably cheaper BUT all's a hubbub in there-- the moment I am graciously offered a grocery cart, I want to rush the hell out of that place.
I'm contemplating going to a weekend market instead. How about we go back to Salcedo?
The grocery store occupies half the first floor at a popular mall in my hometown, about two-thirds the size of Megamall's Supermarket. Its floors are shiny and white. The aisles in between shelves are comfortably big enough. The goods and produce are organized accordingly. It doesn't smell fishy and the airconditioning makes you forget it is warm and humid outside.
Notably surprising was how quiet the people doing the groceries were. It was as if conversations should be had at hushed tones and rarely did Serendipity favor a chance meeting between friends or relatives.
It has been 5 years since I last did my grocery there. Looking back, the grocery store was a sanctuary, a refuge from a stressful environment at home: going over the shelved items, running my fingers down labels, helping Mom figure how many of each kind, and silently planning of a strategic way to sneak a bar of Toblerone into the cart without Mom having the chance to say "No".
Today, the nearest I get to sanctuary is Rustan's supermarket but I always end up with a few items on my grocery list I have yet to cross out. Megamall's supermarket holds more items, more variants, and is considerably cheaper BUT all's a hubbub in there-- the moment I am graciously offered a grocery cart, I want to rush the hell out of that place.
I'm contemplating going to a weekend market instead. How about we go back to Salcedo?
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