I’m a girl who absolutely loves Amazon. I’ve ordered everything from muck rakes to rugs to soup mix. Heck, we even know our UPS man by name.
Don’t get me wrong, we also believe in shopping local. Our town is filled with fabulous mom-and-pop shops and stores where you’ll find adorable gifts, great eats, and make friends with the shopkeepers.
But back to Amazon. We’ve recently considered using Amazon Pantry for all the everyday things like trash bags and cleaning supplies and dry goods. But then this weekend happened.
Usually, Cowboy, my better half, and I grocery shop together, so we’re wrapped up in our own conversation, and I generally fail to observe all that is going on around me. I mean, the man is distracting.
But this Saturday I was out and about running errands, so I stopped into the local grocery to do some shopping on my own. Armed with my grocery list conveniently available on a phone app, I headed into the store to do business. I was on a mission.
I was immediately struck by how busy the store was. I got behind two ladies at the cart corral who were clearly happy to see each other and chatting up a storm. I squeaked by them to get my cart, slightly aggravated, and headed down a random aisle to try to get around them.
I have to be honest, I was annoyed. I mean really, I didn’t have time for this. Or so I thought.
As I went about my business, I passed an elderly lady on her motorized scooter. She was decked out in a beautiful green suit and sparkly clip-on earrings. As I shimmied past her, I apologized for being in her way.
She smiled. She was gracious. She spoke to me. She seemed happy to be at the grocery store, which was clearly not an easy task for her.
And then it hit me. Slow down. There is something special about shopping at your local grocery store. People know each other. They greet each other, share stories, and tickle the chins and pinch the cheeks of each other’s grandkids.
Yes, Amazon is convenient, but when it comes to the simplest of simple, food and basic household goods, there is no better place than your friendly grocer.
It’s rare to pop into the grocery store and not see someone you know. The produce lady knows my dad, and she is always asking about him and greets us with a big smile. The store workers know where things are on the shelves and are happy to help. Even my groceries are cheerfully toted out to the car for me.
So to those ladies who I felt supremely annoyed with this Saturday, please accept my sincere apology. You taught me a valuable lesson. Life is not always about convenience. It’s about community. And I’m grateful to be part of this one.
P.S. – A version of this post was published in The Glen Rose Reporter. This farmgirl is delighted to serve as a community columnist.