People, young people mainly but people and more people kept coming in and milling around. It is 4:45 p.m. on a Monday and the place was packed!
Ok, it was full but not really packed.
We now almost always go to Trader Joes on Sunday morning between 9 and 10 am. It is senior hour and there are very few people in the store. There are usually more workers than customers. We did go on Sunday but for some reason we forgot the peaches and applesauce we always buy. They are a staple in our diet and they are Little Man’s afternoon treat. A bowl of peaches after nap is always a great thing.
Missing this staple we decided to run over, once Little Man had gone home for the day. No big deal we thought. As we drove up and park there really was no line so great this will be easy. Doug decided to get a few bottles of wine while I picked up the fruit. We would meet outside.
In I go to find I can barely move my cart around. There are folks standing around or moving slowing just picking things up and putting them down. There were several groups of young woman shopping together – roommates I am sure. One group of young women were headed to the check out – each of them was carrying one item to buy. One was carrying a bag of celery, one with a jar of sauce and another with an onion. Really, did all three of them need to be here to buy those three items.
I am making my way to the middle aisle where the jars of fruit are but find I am getting hotter and hotter. My mask is bothering me and I realize I just really want out of this later afternoon party at the Trader Joes. I grab the fruit as quickly as I can from behind the lady that will not move and head to the check out.
There are four check out lanes with at least three people waiting in each lane. I am working internally to calm myself down. Really, this is no big deal! I have been in longer lines and more congested places in my life. I have had the first vaccine and am wearing a good tight mask. No one is coughing and they all look healthy. I still wonder why the check out person is spending five minutes cooing with the baby in the cart instead of ringing up the women’s food.
Finally another employee comes to open another register even though they will be to close together. He lets people know and calls me over. I sigh with relief and gladly have my jars of fruit checked out and I head to the door.
I am so happy to be outside away from people. I usually like to see people. I enjoying talking with people but after a year of being away from groups and a year of wondering who is healthy and who do I need to worry about I find I am very happy to shop during senior hours. I am very happy to order things on line instead of going to a busy store.
It is an odd feeling for me to be comfortable with being alone or in small groups. It is strange for me to not be seeking out others to walk with. I am happy walking alone. This past year has made some changes in me I did not expect. I seem to be happy with becoming an introvert. I always wondered how my sister spent so much time alone. Now I seem to understand.
I am curious to see if this is a lasting change or just a temporary swift due to Covid. I guess time will tell. For now I will be sure to buy my fruit on Sunday in the quiet of the senior hour.