As a sort of follow-up to my post earlier this week regarding grocery shopping on Sundays, I wanted to describe my experience this morning. On a Wednesday.
After dropping off the kids at school at 8:20 I walked the 5 blocks to the store. Our house is in between the school and the store. I got in, got my bag full of groceries, walked home, and put the groceries away. The time was 8:55.
I really do prefer shopping during the weekday mornings when hardly anybody is at the store. Except for a few retirees. Hrm. What does that say about me?