Musings of a Chicago-Born New Yorker

Gotta Get Gooder at Groceries

Yes, I said “gooder”. I picked alliteration over correct grammar, deal with it. But seriously, I really do need to get better at groceries. I don’t have time to shop as it is, so I get most of my groceries from That’s pretty foolproof , at least it should be for someone who does as much online shopping as I do.

Online shopping isn’t the problem, it’s the other end of it. The delivery end. I ordered food and set it for delivery on a morning as I was getting off work. But I got off work late and was rushing home as a text message told me my stop was next.

I crossed my fingers that the text was premature, but it wasn’t. The dispatch guy called my cell phone to ask why I wasn’t home and when I said I was only three blocks away (more like 13), the delivery guy said he’d wait. I pulled up and noticed my block happened to be the only one in a mile radius that was being rained on and profusely apologized to the man who had so much food (I order big!) piled up outside my apartment building.

I let him in and he brought a couple hundred dollars worth of food up to my third floor apartment. I signed my bill and began unpacking my groceries. I learned a lot about myself that morning.

1. I’ve learned the ability to profusely apologize for something that’s not my fault. Took me 100 min to drive 30 miles and it wasn’t my fault, yet I profusely apologized to the Peapod guy who had been waiting 5 min for me.

2. I’m still the girl who cries over spilled milk. I did it all the time as a clumsy child. It used to drive my father crazy. Apparently, when alone in my apartment, I will still cry if that milk is an expensive ass glass bottle of Oberweis milk. That’s $1.50 I will never get back. That’s not the cost for the milk, it’s the cost for the glass bottle tax that they return when you bring the bottle back to a store. 

3. Food in general and caramel apples in specific will make me feel better. I’m not generally an emotional eater. Stress usually makes my appetite go poof. But that morning, a caramel apple with nuts really improved my mood.

4. Screw swiffer, I need a real mop. I’ve got the bucket, but no mop. Trying to clean up a gallon of milk with paper towels and swiffer wet/dry cloths is super wasteful. I would’ve used a real towel, but I didn’t want my house to smell like sour milk until the next time we washed.  Which I can now confirm would have happened because it’s been two weeks and still no laundry.

5. I will rush to write out a blog post rather than call a friend to hear my sob story. Not sure if that makes me a better friend than I used to be or just an internet addict. Even though this happened a while ago, I wrote most of it in an e-mail to myself and only had to fill in a bit.

On a brighter note, if I am truly an internet addict, I can put my addiction to good use. My friend is starting an etiquette class (long story), and I’ve offered to help. And since we have the same background, blogging seems to be the one area she could actually use my help. But that’s another blog post for another time.

2 responses

  1. I’m sorry that you had such a rough experience! I hate making people wait and being late, and anything caramel generally makes a situation better. It seems like lately I’ve been reading about posts where grocery shopping is the devil to them. Me, personally, I actually get a little excited about it depending upon where. I am a very thrifty shopper and rarely leave with something other than what’s on my list. But, I can understand why it gets stressful though.

    November 6, 2011 at 17:22

    • If I had the time to go to a grocery store after I’ve eaten, I would be able to only get what’s on my list. I want to be like you when I grow up!

      November 8, 2011 at 21:41