Writing Prompt – Weekend Prompt 2
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Write about something you hate to do.
My example :
I can feel the wind tugging at my car as I look for an empty parking spot. It’s as if people don’t even look where they are going anymore. I have to go incredibly slow to avoid an accident or kill someone walking. I find a spot at the far end of the lot and sigh as I turn the ignition off.
Bracing myself, I step out of the car and head toward the sliding doors inviting me into my worst nightmare. I take a deep breath and give myself a silent pep talk no-one else can hear in the privacy of my own mind. I can do this quick and painless.
A blast of hot air welcomes me in. I can hear pop bottles depositing in the room next to me. A worker is pushing in carts behind me, so I quickly grab the one in the middle of the room to get out of his way. Entering the second set of sliding doors, I suddenly realize why that cart was abandoned.
The loud squeak of the wheels is like nails on a chalkboard. I look behind me and notice a group of people now chatting in the room with the carts. I decide not to retrieve a different one and stick with ol’ squeaks-a-lot. I dodge people walking with purpose as I make my way into an empty aisle. Pulling out my phone, I look at my grocery list.
Eggs, milk, bread, cereal, coffee, and sandwich meat. It’s a small run, but none-the-less it’s still grocery shopping. I proceed to the eggs and gasp at the new price. I grab them in disgust. Same thing happens when I pick up a gallon of 2% milk. On my way to the sandwich meat, I patiently wait as apparently long-lost friends chat it up right in front of the damn turkey. My irritation grows but I am still in control of my patience.
After three minutes, my patience grows thin and I awkwardly excuse myself into the middle of the two and grab the meat. I curse under my breath as I see it’s almost ten dollars for a family pack. The family needs to eat so I have to grin and bear it. I apologize to the two friends who are giving me a disapproving look for interrupting their little reunion.
If you can’t tell, I absolutely hate grocery shopping.
I then make my way to the bread. The shelves are nearly cleared out and I have to settle for a brand I don’t usually get. I hope it’s not like the other substitute we got last time. We all hated it since the bread was so damn flimsy. Was it even real bread?
I check my list again. Cereal. That’s all I have left to get. An announcement comes over the speaker and it’s loud mixed in with the noise coming from the shoppers surrounding me. My brain is over-stimulated and the annoyance I feel is growing by the minute.
I almost hit a cart darting out of an aisle. Much like the people walking and the cars backing out, people with grocery carts don’t seem to have a care in the world either. I finally make it to the cereal aisle and grab a box I know my boy’s will like. I am officially done with my list and I couldn’t be happier. The lines with cashiers are leading out into the freezer aisles so I decide to go the self-checkout route.
I stand in line and as soon as I see one open, I realize it’s not in service. I wait. When there’s one open, I head to it and begin to scan my items. I remain calm as the machine yells at me to be sure to place my items in the bagging area – which I have already been doing. I continue when it allows me to and close my eyes in irritation as the machine now says an associate is on their way to help me. Ugh.
They type their code in and I’m on my way to scan the last item. I finish checking out and put my cart into the stack with the others. I realize I’m on the wrong side of the store and have to walk further in what is now rain. I watch for cars and wave as they stop to let me cross. Not all grocery shoppers are unaware of the people around them.
I walk towards my car when I realize I forgot exactly where I parked. I stop and search my purse for the key fob. I alert the car and when I finally make it there, a sense of relief washes over me. My nightmare is over. As I start the ignition and pull away, I am smiling on my way home, glad to finally be out of that dreaded store.
I crank up my music and sing along when it suddenly hits me. I turn the radio down while I’m dang near close to tears. I put my blinker on to turn around.
I forgot the damn coffee.
Thank God I have a husband who goes grocery shopping for me! I may be a bit dramatic in my hate for grocery shopping -and trust me, I’m not lazy – but that dang store can turn my best mood into a mood that resembles a raging teenager.(Internally at least!) Lol! If you hate grocery shopping as much as I do, let me know in the comments below!
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