A few weeks ago, I wrote about our local grocer closing their large store, and dividing that load between two smaller stores. It has been over a month since then, yet I cannot get to the moment of what is normal and adapt to the new digs.
After the store closed, the store moved its consumer operations to a smaller neighborhood market that has been in existence in my neighborhood for over a decade. I as well as observant community members knew this was happening, as their management decided to close their larger store while witholding notice and only posting on social media downright truths in a roundabout way what those truths were, but encouraging evolving business.
In those six weeks since that post, I have given grace to the store for accepting the growing pains of a move, but I have realized that it’s difficult to do something that has become normal for a decade and a half in what one of my parents call a small claustrophobic environment. Yes there has been changes, but I miss the wide aisles, the signs above and the variety of what was available. I do appreciate their prices as I have for all my life, but at what cost of my mental health and neurological conditions must I endure to save money.
For example, last night, our family had ordered pizza, and I wanted to get some milk and other things on the way to pick up the pizza. I had stopped at the store to grab a few things to discover there was only one checkout open and the cashier who is overly friendly had a customer with a cart full of groceries and was not very fast, sometimes stopping to converse with the customer, before proceeding with the order. I as well as another gentleman in the store attempted to be patient. However, I could tell it was going to be one of those things that would make me really angry. Therefore I put my purchases back, mumbling a few swear words and exiting the store without purchasing anything. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the gentleman with the soda doing the same thing.
The next day a spouted out at one of my parents about my dislikes of the store and who they chose to retain and who was furloughed as part of this process. They shared my frustration but reminded me to be accommodating, because we had the assumption that they were legally protected employees. Additionally, she reminded me that another store was close by should I want to go there and she would also assist me in my grocery shopping needs.
I do like their online ordering service, and the delivery folks both on site and in person are super friendly. I had seen in a local paper I read that delivery is free with a $100 order, so I will be taking advantage of that more often and going to the other stores for in between things, just for a large order it is difficult because there is no order rhyme or reason of where things in the store are, and others in my family feel that way as I do. Today, we went together and couldn’t even shop there because we felt so anxious, we walked out, being so disgusted and sad.
We do support the business in other ways, however because of the confined environment, it is increasingly difficult to shop in a comfortable manner.