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One of my processes for avoiding people during the pandemic has been to do my grocery shopping mid-mornings, when way fewer people are in the store. My small gubm'nt agency has allowed us a lot of flexibility to work odd hours, so on days I want to shop I log into work early in the morning, work a bit, go shopping after 9:30, then back to work for the rest of the day. I've found it a pretty good system, and it's avoided crowded shopping conditions.
This morning's trip started out normally. Got in a little after 10, started shopping, didn't really notice much about the crowd, until I saw the electronic signs proclaiming that Tuesdays and Thursdays they had older and immune compromised shopping from 7am to 9pm. Yup, not just a couple hours in the morning like normal stores, they set out all of Tuesdays and Thursdays. And after that began the longest grocery shopping trip of my life.
The zombies who were in the store apparently didn't give a flying fuck about the directional arrows on the floor. I get it, they're a bit obnoxious, especially if you're flying down an empty aisle to grab one thing. But when you're camped out, blocking the wrong end of the aisle for an eternity while you contemplate canned foods, it's more than a bit rude. And that kept happening. Not often enough to just flat out ignore the arrows, but often enough to be obnoxious.
This morning's trip started out normally. Got in a little after 10, started shopping, didn't really notice much about the crowd, until I saw the electronic signs proclaiming that Tuesdays and Thursdays they had older and immune compromised shopping from 7am to 9pm. Yup, not just a couple hours in the morning like normal stores, they set out all of Tuesdays and Thursdays. And after that began the longest grocery shopping trip of my life.
The zombies who were in the store apparently didn't give a flying fuck about the directional arrows on the floor. I get it, they're a bit obnoxious, especially if you're flying down an empty aisle to grab one thing. But when you're camped out, blocking the wrong end of the aisle for an eternity while you contemplate canned foods, it's more than a bit rude. And that kept happening. Not often enough to just flat out ignore the arrows, but often enough to be obnoxious.
