I Ordered Groceries for Delivery… and Got Someone Else’s
COVID entered our home. The right grocery order did not.
If there is one thing about adult life I savor, it’s grocery shopping. I adore roaming the aisles and picking up ingredients for the week’s recipes, spontaneously encountering new products or forgotten favorites as I peruse.
Since I moved in with him, my partner Andy and I go to the grocery together. I make the list, he cooks the meals. Like my dad, Andy likes to rush through the grocery as quickly as possible, whereas my default mode is a lazy meander. So our tandem trips are a bit less relaxing than my former solo shopper days, but still a valued weekly ritual.
Why am I telling you this? Because this past week, Andy and I tested positive for COVID, which meant we had to find another way to get food into the house.
Thankfully our symptoms were/are relatively mild, and we’re doing okay, all things considered. But the groceries, my friends. The groceries.
I know many people consider curbside pickup a luxury from which they will never turn back, but I’ve never really understood the appeal outside of necessity. Maybe I’m just too much of a control freak or maybe I just love random impulse snack acquisition too much, but I did not relish the idea of a…
