Category: Ramblings

First of all I spend WAY to much time in my local grocery store, it’s like I have two growing boys to feed or something.

I enjoy (so does the Big C) a nice glass of wine occasionally and while I certainly don’t spend high double or triple figures on a bottle I don’t necessarily look on the bottom shelf for the $5 bottle either. I had to laugh at the college age girls speeding down the wine isle “Let’s just get something cheap”, “Yeah, just a cheap bottle will be good”. They aren’t going for flavor are they? I suppose that the wine doesn’t really need to have any flavor to it if you are just going to chug it for the buzz. At least the college co-ed’s were looking at the reds. As I continued to browse for a specific red wine (and not finding it) moved onto the decision I would buy one with a fun name. I settled on Red Rock (a California wine) with a mid line pricing and proceeded to the checkout.The older gentleman behind me began to unload his basket (how I dread the cash register when my items fill the entire belt from end to end) and I couldn’t help but notice he had less than 20 things in his cart. Six of those items were identical bottles of white wine. At our local grocery if you buy six bottle you get a nifty carrying box and 15% off. He was either having a party or really liked that wine. After unloading his wine, he added his single bottle of water and select veggies. I couldn’t help but speculate as to what he was cooking.

Then I remembered the time I ran to the store to buy toilet paper (and only toilet paper) only to have Big C call and say “buy some more beans, we don’t have enough for everyone at home”. So I stood in line with a 6 pack of toilet paper and an economy sized can of baked beans. I immediately felt the need to defend my purchases to the clerk. She just shrugged her shoulders like she was at the end of a 12 hour shift and could care less about the irony of my two items.

I used to see the former owner of a business right next door to ours make a daily pilgrimage four doors down to the liquor store empty handed only to return a few moments later with his box of rose wine. I really hope he wasn’t drinking one a day. Maybe that’s how he kept the doctor away, well except the one time he had an ambulance called for him because he passed out. Too much of a good thing.

I’ll let you know how that experimental bottle of wine turns out.