“I took her to a supermarket,
I don’t know why,
but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started here.”
Common People :: Pulp
There is something I find completely zen about supermarkets. Wandering up and down the aisles, pushing the cart in front of me, and slipping into some kind of zone where all I think about are the labels and colors around me. It clears my head and I find it strangely relaxing. If you visit me and take a trip to the grocery store, you will find that the experience sparks conversations in the same depth and scope as driving around in a car with me does, or sitting with me at the beach.
I have quite a lovely memory of kissing in a supermarket parking lot, as well, and then going inside, blushing and slightly nervous, together, wandering around the aisles aimlessly. I recall wondering if this was the start of something, or the end.
“I came in here for the special offer,
a guaranteed personality,
And it’s not here,
Lost in the Supermarket :: The Clash
“Forget about being world famous, it’s hard enough just getting the automatic doors at the supermarket to acknowledge our existence.” ~ Douglas Coupland