Someone said good morning to me today, and I gave them my best “why are you doing this to both of us” look. I raised my eyebrows in a concerned arc, let my eyes water and take on an almost doe-like appearance, and I curved my lips in a slightly upward-curved slash; I wanted to communicate my disappointment, annoyance, and exhaustion all with one masterful expression so when I replied with my own “good morning” the unwelcome conversation initiator would know without a sliver of doubt that this interaction was unwelcome and absolutely unnecessary. It happened at a grocery store. I am of the resolute belief that there is almost never a reason to talk to anyone at a grocery store unless under duress from a few very specific circumstances which are as follows.
On the off chance that I desperately need help finding something at the store, I will consider asking someone who works there for help. However, there is a process to such an act. First, I must scour every surface of the store myself because I must actually need help if I’m going to ask for it. Next, I make camp either in a fort composed of toilet paper rolls or in the jungle of flower bouquets. Either of these places serve as functional bases of operations. In my hideout, I rehearse my question for anywhere between 1 minute and 16 hours depending upon complexity. Asking where the cereal is would only be a few minutes of muttering my lines and maybe 2 drafts of the script. However, asking where exactly the cheap sandwiches they make out of the spare parts of other sandwiches are located would be hours of drafting and redrafting my plea. Finally, once my question is memorized and rehearsed, then I can seek out the least busy-looking worker and ask for their help in an articulate, and painfully specific manner.
I suppose I would politely ask for help from either a passerby or someone working at the store if, and this is a massive if, I had been stabbed in the neck while in the store. I’d start by burbling a gory “excuse me” to whoever was nearby and didn’t look too busy because even in this grisly scenario, I would not have the sheer audacity to inflict myself upon someone else without proper warning. Then, once I have their attention, I might gesture to the gaping wound in my jugular as if to say “if you’ve got a minute, could you help me with this?” Depending on their reaction, the scenario can progress in one of two ways. If the bystander rushes off to get help, I would politely have a seat and maybe scrawl my final goodbye using my own blood on the dirty linoleum floor. If, and this seems equally likely, the other person does not try to help–maybe they run away screaming, maybe they faint, maybe they’re the one who stabbed me and want to watch the light fade from my eyes, any reason is serviceable–then I would either flag down another person or I would try to die in a way that doesn’t inconvenience anyone else. This is the polite way to die in a grocery store, and one of the only reasons to talk to another shopper.
One final reason I might engage with another customer is probably the most commonplace explanation. If in the produce section, another customer makes the laughable error of snatching up the last delicious green morsel of broccoli, then I am obligated to shriek a warcry and attack the individual with anything nearby–including bags of potatoes or kitchenware. I would feel totally justified in having a conversation with this irredeemable broccoli bandit, and it is entirely their fault that the conversation would be mostly incoherent cussing and vivid threats of violence. If I end up stabbing them in the neck to win my rightful veggies, then they will also have a reason to talk to someone in the store.
Some say I take my shopping a little too seriously. Some say I should become more of a people person. To those people I say, I take my shopping exactly as serious as the task demands, and I would be more of a people person if I could be a people person from a distance, far from the people, perhaps in a dark room in which I am the only occupant.
Wow, another way to cause you inexplicable rage! 2 more and we all get a free ice cream!
No, but I feel you. I always force my wife to go up and ask for whatever we need. I can’t be the one to do it, it would just be too much social interaction for me!
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Ah grocery shopping is fine if the shop is completely empty. I’m not a people person either so detest shopping. If someone annoys hubby and I whilst shopping we throw random items into their trolley when they’re not looking.
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I like going very late at night so I can have the store to myself. I might have to borrow your idea and toss things at annoying people
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You have now reminded me of another horror movie. Well, actually all the horror movies that have zombies and places where people go shopping (OK, so maybe all the zombie horror movies). You’re on a roll! If I can’t find what I want in a supermarket I just leave and try another one. I don’t know about being stabbed in the neck. Maybe I’d ask for help. I do enjoy games, however, and this one could be the “who noticed the guy bleeding to death fast enough to call 911?” game. Providing other customers with fun games to play is a good way to earn social favor at the supermarket.
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I can take that as a compliment. I do kind of stumble around like a zombie and everyone else in stores also seems to be going for the aesthetic.
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Yes, it’s definitely a compliment! I love your blog. It’s lots of fun.
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Thanks!
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whoa! are you that crazy guy who is always muttering in the produce section? I always assumed you were harmless but now I am not so sure.
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I always have the first two numbers of 9-1-1 pressed at our grocery store, and that’s just for parking!
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That’s the only way to go
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That’s me! I also have the crazy mop-hair and the suspicious stains on my shirt
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Shopping is where sanity goes to die… wait, that’s Wal-Mart.
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Walmart is definitely among the worst. Walmart after midnight is something special
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But some things simply can’t be unseen.
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I used to see my friend Dan at the grocery store; it was the one place where we could chat about George MacDonald. Last Thursday I attended a memorial service for Dan. The grocery store is a bit lonelier. And Juan no longer works there.
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There are always some people worth running into. Those are the good exceptions
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I am exactly the same way! What about when other people talk and block the way to what you need? I always wish for a bulldozer to push through them 😡
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Ugh, those people deserve imprisonment or your bulldozer
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I am not a people person, but the world is not friendly. I think I’d be more willing to exchange greetings if I didn’t risk a no reply with an accusing look or made to feel annoying. I think it’s
too bad that the world, east coast America in particular is so unfriendly and uptight, but that’s even more reason to be drawn to nature.
No offense, but if you’re writing to the people, then reactions are good…..
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I have a weird relationship with the unfriendly people. One one hand, I like that they leave me alone. On the other, if I ever decide to try to be a people person, I don’t love that I’ll definitely be met with some hostility
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Very enjoyable post! High time someone got really granular on this topic.
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ha! Thank you
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That is honestly, the most awesome way to shop! Building your own fortress? Who wouldn’t want to do that? As for you becoming a people person, don’t listen to those people. Being a people person is simply boring.
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This is the kind of positive reinforcement I need. You’re free to join the ranks of my grocery fortress
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Happy to help a fellow blogger 🙂
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This was a hilarious post and I related to it on so many levels. People are so much better from far far away from me and if I am forced into painfully conversing, writing an rehearsed script of the conversation is a must. Unfortunately people hardly ever follow my prepared script and I have to wonder if they didn’t read and practice the copy I sent them.
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The nerve people have to not fall into the role we internally prescribe for them. It happens all too often
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It is quite disconcerting and leaves me at quite an in pass rather often.
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Good morning 🙋
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If I saw you in person, I’d glare at you until we both felt uncomfortable
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I can feel your powerful cyber glare … but I’ve got glare-resistant glasses.
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For a while I made the fashion faux pas of wearing a pouch instead of carrying a purse. Many times this caused an assortment of people to think I was a vendor. I’d be stopped at a roadside corn stand and I’d hear “how much for a dozen”…..then I’d realize they were asking me. My advice: do not wear a pouch. It attracts unwanted attention.
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Oh no. Though I don’t often wear a purse, I’ll keep this in mind. Unsolicited attention is just not something I want
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