I usually end up doing some grocery shopping on Sunday. (Saturday, too — no I don’t have my shit together. Are you judging?)
Anyhoo, my neighborhood grocery store is always jam-packed. Sometimes there are only a few carts left, and I often end up playing bumper carts with some overzealous shopper who is dumb enough to be in a hurry on a Sunday.
This week, because I needed a few specialty items, I ventured south to the fancy-pants supermarket. The one that’s carpeted and has sushi chefs. The one I can no longer afford to shop at.
Seems like I’m not the only one. I had no problem scoring a parking spot right up front. Carts? Lots of them. People? Not so many.
But we’re not in a recession! There’s nothing to see here, folks. Move on.