I am not a huge fan of grocery shopping. It is one of those necessary evils in my mind. I dislike the overabundance of options for almost everything needed. When I see the endcaps at our grocery store packed with discontinued items at rock-bottom prices (and not because they are expiring), I know that there are too many choices. I feel there are better things I could be doing with my time than pushing a metal cage around the store, trying to locate the few items needed for the week, with the hope that I bring home everything I need so I don’t have visit again in a few days’ time.
That aside, my favorite time to shop is early in the morning. By early, I mean around the 8 a.m. hour, sometimes earlier. The store is quiet, the aisles empty except for a few shoppers that might be there for the same reason, and the employees stocking shelves. The produce department is full, the fruits and vegetables not yet picked over. I always wonder what time the employees start in order to get everything in its proper place?
My cart travels unheeded down the aisles as there are no shoppers to maneuver around, few people stocking shelves, little going on.
So, if I have to be there, make it the early morning for me!