A Single Gal Rant...

(Let me preface this by saying, I don’t mind being single. I actually prefer it right now. It allows me to go out with the friends I want, meet new people, move to a new city, watch bad rom-coms, get a cat, explore said new city, etc, etc, etc.)

I hate grocery shopping especially at the local Jewel in my neighborhood and the reason isn’t because I find the task tedious (although I do) but because THEY are there. And who is they?...COUPLES. Now some of you might say this is silly or immature (which by the way, I am many things but immature is not one of them) but there is just something about couples my age grocery shopping together that gets me in a rage (and by rage I mean, I won’t push my cart out of their way when they are trying to pass me in the cereal aisle.) No matter what day of the week I go or what time of the day, THEY are there.

The scene usually involves a cute little petite thing not dressed for Chicago winter in sheer tights and a mini dress (who wears this to the super market) and some poor schmuck trailing behind her with a cart filled with some organic crap (even though he just wants some Easy Mac and Tombstone pizza). And I’ll be the first to admit that it is my envy for this domestic scene that gets my blood boiling, and I also know that just because a couple is grocery shopping together doesn’t mean it’s all domestic bliss at home, but they’ll be happy to know that’s what I project on them.

This annoyance also pertains to couples at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, Target, and IKEA. Although I rant and feel bad for the poor schmuck pushing the cart, I am quite certain I will be guilty of this too with my future boyfriend, fiancé, husband, or poor schmuck. Sorry sweetie, in advance, for the grocery store trips you have in your future, but don’t worry I’ll push the cart. Like I said I hate to grocery shop because I find it tedious for some reason, so I’ll want some company.

xo