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Tuesday, June 07, 2016

In the Bag

One of the things that took a lot of time for me to get used to when I first moved to Georgia was grocery shopping. The store I went to in Minnesota didn’t bag the groceries—that was self-service. In Atlanta, however, they do bag for you. Heck, one store even takes your groceries out to your car with you!

So we’re back in Minnesota, and because my dad had been down visiting me for four months, there was no food in the house. We were forced to immediately go shopping. Usually, when I visit, he goes to the store without me, but his car wouldn’t start after sitting in the garage unused for so long and I went with, grocery list in hand.

My dad abandoned me while I was waiting in the check-out line, so I’m standing there oblivious when it finally struck me like a lightning bolt from the blue—I had to bag my groceries!

I stepped up to the task, though, and I like the way I bag even if I used more bags than the kids in Georgia use when they do it. My dad arrived when I was nearly done. Just in time to put the last item in a bag and walk out with me.

It’s amazing what four years does to your memory banks. I went from shocked in Georgia back then to shocked in Minnesota now. :-)