One shock I got when I moved to the city is the seriously narrow grocery store aisles. I suppose if I had a car I could drive somewhere to do the shopping and luxuriate in obscenely wide aisles in some huge carbon footprint big box store, but what's the fun in that?
Instead, I sent hubby and Kiddo to do the grocery shopping on Saturday morning. You see, I like them to have stereotypical manly experiences over which they can bond.
Our
fantastic grocery store has aisles in which two carts can only pass each other with many "excuse me"s and several "sorry"s. Occasionally I do find I have to take both boys into the store with me, and keeping New Kid's hands away from all the enticing
balls fruit is a feat in and of itself.
I suppose there are some who would complain about shopping under such conditions. But when I traded wide aisles for New York City, I definitely came out on top.
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