I hate grocery shopping, hate, hate, hate. If it were not for the fact that I love to eat, and cook better than most of the nearby restaurants, I'd never go. Mac says he wishes Amazon would deliver food. Well they do, just not at a price I'm willing to pay.
So we went shopping today, went early in hopes of avoiding a busy commissary. It wasn't too bad, except for the Granny with her grandkids, all 5 of them. They weren't the problem, she was. She spent her whole time wheeling an enormous shopping cart full of kids and groceries around the store while talking loudly on her cell phone. I now know far more than I ever wanted to know about some lady's, not natural (?) daughter who is having this lady's first grandchild. This conversation went on down every aisle in the place, while Granny, with her ear glued to the phone blocked the aisle with her cart, reaching over kids and one-handed did her shopping.
She was behind us as we checked out, her grandkids, who up till now had hardly said a word, were getting a bit restless, and she told them that if they'd settle down they might get the shopping a little sooner.
I muttered to Mac that if she'd put her phone up they have been long gone by now.
I hate shopping.