When we moved to our little coastal city 12 years ago, nearby shopping was nearly non-existent. Our dining options were little more than McDonalds and Cracker Barrel and grocery shopping was limited to two small chains. It was as though I had moved to hell.
There was not even a Starbucks. I’ll just let that soak in.
And since we were moving here from Los Angeles, where I could throw a rock from Starbucks to Starbucks, this was a bitter pill to swallow.
Finally, in 2002ish, a brand new Super Wal*Mart opened, much to my delight. Prompting Fiddledaddy to quip, “Now you can unpack.”
On opening day, I woke up early and packed my baby and 2 year old up to attend the opening day festivities. Clowns were rampant, unfortunate since clowns sent Emme into fits of SCREAMING RIVALED ONLY BY THE DYING. Undaunted, I took in all the sights and sounds and aisles and aisles of neatly lined merchandise.
Wal*Mart soon became my grocery store of choice because of the prices and merchandise selection. A little overwhelming at first, I made a trip wherein I jotted down the aisle numbers and locations, and made notes about what products were housed where.
Because by that time we were a family of 5, and grocery shopping was more of a reconnaissance mission than a fun shopping outing. Timing was everything.
Then I went home and made 2 documents on my computer. One was the Wal*Mart master list, the other was a blank so that I could fill in what items were needed by specific aisle. Therefore I could go from aisle to aisle quickly.
This is where you might shake your head, catching a glimpse into my level of crazy.
My lists have worked very well all of these years, until one fateful day recently when I happened in my beloved Wal*Mart and it looked as though SOMEONE SHOOK THE FOUNDATION, AND NOTHING WAS WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE.
Wal*Mart was redecorating. Not unlike me when I’m hormonal. Except that I don’t do it to destroy lives.
WHY? I wailed. The store is only 8 years old for the love of all that is good and right.
While everything has been in flux, I’ve purposely stayed away. Mostly out of rebellion. And partly due to the fact that I now travel at the speed of smell. So Fiddledaddy has bravely taken on shopping duties.
This week he made such a trip for emergency supplies. When he returned he said, “I have something for you.” Every hopeful, “Chocolate?” “No, better.” Wherein he whipped out a hand drawn map of the new layout of Wal*Mart that he snagged from a manager.
At long last, Wal*Mart is finished messing with me. As as soon as I’m able I will plan a mission to go a re-sketch the aisles with the correct merchandise and then re-do my spreadsheet.
I will utilize this handy little website called ZipList that I heard about from Desperately Seeking WordPress. It’s a free online service that allows you to create shopping lists, choosing categories, and customizing the selected grocery store by aisle, so that your list is in order when you shop.
I’ve been playing around with it, and I have my 3 favorite stores listed: Aldi, Publix, and Wal*Mart. I can assign items to each store, and save my shopping lists. Suddenly I don’t feel like such a goober with my spreadsheets and color coded coupon organizer.
These people GET ME!
And hopefully everything will just stay put in Wal*Mart for another 8 years or so. Or until the next manager goes into a hormonal rage and decides to redecorate.
Question for the day: When you do your grocery shopping, do you go armed with an organized list or just go commando?