After spending ten days at home and building our grocery list to the point where we were low on a few essentials, we decided to make for town (twenty miles away) to hit a couple of stores. My wife has prescriptions to pick up, too, and since they were already at Walgreens, we decided to stop there, too.
Before we left, my wife agreed to the following...or should I say I agreed and she nodded along. 😀
- We'd only go to two stores, no more. This would limit exposure to other shoppers.
- I would be the only one going in, she could stay in the car. Neither one of us wants to get sick, but since she had influenza-B already this year, I didn't want to risk her getting sick again--especially since I never got the flu myself despite my taking care of her, allowing me to (perhaps falsely) believe my immune system is pretty strong right now.
Well, it didn't turn out that way. After the drug store, we went to Sam's Club and she told me in no uncertain terms she would be going in with me. I told her fine, she shouldn't touch anything, to just point to what she wanted. To this, she agreed.
I wore surgical gloves before grabbing the cart. Now, before you get all upset about my buying products that should be in the hospital, these are gloves I already owned for cooking purposes, purchased months ago.
My wife held to her promise and pointed, I picked up. We then went to several more stores--breaking rule #1. We really didn't get much of what we needed in the first couple and so went to three more to fill in the gaps.
What I couldn't get I absolutely need -- yeast. I bake bread and I'm low on yeast. So I went online and ended up purchasing it from Amazon, along with a few other things I couldn't get. I also ordered from Costco and Target, too. Thank goodness for free shipping!
One funny story worth sharing. Our Fry's grocery store is in the same strip mall as my wife's hairdresser. We were walking to the store when we saw her coming out with a 12-pack of toilet paper clutched in her hands. She looked so excited and happy, waving it around like a trophy.
As it turns out, we wanted to get TP, too, so I hurried into the store and almost ran to the paper aisle. Along the way, I kept passing people with their own 12-packs. By the time I got to my destination, there were only a few left on the pallet. I snatched one in my greedy hands and hurried to the front of the store to show my wife.
It was like finding gold!
Remember when grocery shopping was a mundane experience. Not anymore in the Age of Corona.
Yours from self-isolation,
Michael
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