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  • The Unspoken Rules of Grocery Store Etiquette (And Why I Break Them All)

    The Unspoken Rules of Grocery Store Etiquette (And Why I Break Them All)




    The Unspoken Rules of Grocery Store Etiquette (And Why I Break Them All)


    My Cart, My Chaos

    The other day, I was at the grocery store, balancing a pineapple, a bag of onions, and a gallon of milk precariously on top of a mountain of miscellaneous items in my cart. A fellow shopper gave me the side-eye. I knew that look. It was the “you’re doing it wrong” look, the “your chaotic cart offends my delicate grocery shopping sensibilities” look.

    Listen, I get it. There are certain unspoken rules of grocery store etiquette. Rules like “thou shalt not block the aisle with thy cart” and “thou shalt not use the express lane with 20 items.” But sometimes, my friends, sometimes a rebel has to take a stand. Sometimes, a maverick must forge her own path, even if that path is littered with stray grapes and a dented can of beans.

    The Express Lane Showdown: My Grocery Store Sins

    One of the most sacred grocery store rules is the sanctity of the express lane. 12 items or less, they say. 15 max, if you’re feeling bold. Me? I laugh in the face of danger (and item limits). My motto? “12 items or less” is a suggestion, not a law.

    I once went head-to-head with a particularly disgruntled woman over my overflowing basket in the express lane. She muttered about rules and glared daggers at my off-brand cereal choices. Did I back down? Did I cower in the face of her judgment? No, dear reader, I did not. I channeled my inner grocery store warrior and met her gaze with a smile. “Live a little,” I whispered, as I unloaded my 23 glorious items onto the conveyor belt.

    Photo of a hand reaching for a tray of free samples at a grocery store
  • The Unspoken Rules of Grocery Store Etiquette (And Why I Break Every Single One)

    The Unspoken Rules of Grocery Store Etiquette (And Why I Break Every Single One)



    My Cart, My Chaos: Embracing Grocery Shopping Anarchy

    Okay, picture this: It’s 7 p.m. on a Tuesday, the witching hour between work and dinner. I’m at the grocery store, famished, and my shopping list is a sad collection of scribbles on the back of a receipt. I’m pretty sure “bananas?” is on there somewhere.

    We’ve all been there, right? But here’s where my story veers off the well-paved path of grocery store decorum. You see, I’m that person. The one whose cart is a chaotic jumble of produce, toiletries, and a rogue bag of gummy bears (don’t judge). I’m a walking, talking violation of every unspoken grocery store rule, and frankly, I’m not sure I care.

    grocery shopping: going the wrong way down a one-way aisle. Oh, the shame! The glares! The passive-aggressive throat-clearing!

    Listen, I get it. Efficiency is important. But sometimes, you just need that jar of olives from the top shelf, and the thought of navigating an entire loop of the store feels like climbing Mount Everest with a shopping cart. So, I break the rules. I smile apologetically, I execute a graceful (or maybe not-so-graceful) three-point turn, and I grab my olives. Because life’s too short for aisle-induced anxiety, am I right?

    The Siren Song of Free Samples: My Grocery Store Weakness

    Ah, samples. Those tiny, tempting morsels of culinary delight strategically placed to lure us in like moths to a flame. We all know the rules: one per person, maybe two if you’re feeling bold. But me? I have the self-control of a toddler in a candy store.

    Mini quiches? Yes, please! Tiny cups of mango salsa? Don’t mind if I do! I’m pretty sure I’ve single-handedly kept the sample lady employed on more than one occasion. Is it wrong? Probably. Do I regret it? Not even a little bit. (Okay, maybe a little bit when my stomach starts making questionable noises.)

  • The Unspoken Rules of Grocery Store Checkout Lines

    The Unspoken Rules of Grocery Store Checkout Lines

    The Case of the Rogue Watermelon

    We’ve all been there. Standing in the grocery store checkout line, patiently (or impatiently) waiting our turn. Maybe you’re mentally calculating how many more items until it’s your turn. Maybe you’re engaging in some top-notch people-watching. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck behind me and my rogue watermelon.

    You see, I pride myself on being a fairly competent adult. I can parallel park like a boss and make a mean bowl of ramen. But grocery shopping? That’s where my inner child runs wild. I get distracted by shiny packaging, forget to grab the one thing I actually need, and inevitably end up with a wonky assortment of items tumbling haphazardly onto the conveyor belt.

    This particular day, the culprit was a particularly large watermelon. I’m talking “baby hippopotamus” large. Naturally, I’d placed it on the belt last, only to watch in horror as it proceeded to roll, menacingly, towards the unsuspecting cashier.