By Dick Brooks
For Capital Region Independent Media
When I was a younger man, my leisure time was filled to capacity with things like whitewater rafting, car racing, competing in a variety of sports, hiking, visiting museums and journeying to new places.
Most of my limited free time now seems to be spent in the supermarket. It is a necessary part of life and not as stressful as some of my previous activities.
I usually start my day by finishing my coffee and planning my morning trip to the market. This involves choosing an outfit, clean socks and such. I then prowl the kitchen and make a list of our needs and wants.
I have a mental list that I run down — milk, bread, coffee, dog food, toilet tissue, fruit, veggies and meat. I write down any that need restocking and thus armed, head off for the day.
I look at the market as a daily adventure, which is sad. It doesn’t take a large amount of gas to get there. It’s a clean, well-lit place that’s air conditioned. There’s no admission fee. It’s not hard to find a parking place within an easy day’s hike of the door. The door even opens by itself, welcoming you in.
Once inside, I spend some time at the cart corral, where they park the grocery carts. This is time well spent. I check the cart’s tires in particular — are they round and do the wheels turn? Does it have the little plastic piece that folds up to block off the leg holes for little kids? These are things that the mature shopper notices, having pushed carts with flopping wheels, wheels with flat spots or wheels that would not turn and having had cans and pieces of fruit escape through the leg holes and have to be pursued down the aisle.
Retrieving those objects on the floor can put you at risk — never bend over in the market because you take the risk of being run over by some large lady with a full cart. It has happened to me on more than one occasion.
Having picked a good cart, you can now get down to the business of the day — visiting with all the folks you run into that you know. The market is a social center for seniors; we wouldn’t get to see each other if it weren’t for our frequent trips to the market. The folks who run the market, being good businesspeople, recognize this, that’s why there are bathrooms at the market. I have gone into the market for a loaf of bread and on a good day, spent as much as three hours before I was back in the parking lot.
Make sure you bring your reading glasses. I spend a lot of time there reading labels and nutritional information blocks. In fact, I do more reading there than in the library.
Some products are really entertaining. Anything with Paul Newman’s picture usually has something humorous on it and is worth reading. You can spend hours reading over the labels on just one item, like bread.
There must be 50 different kinds of bread on the shelves. It’s fun trying to find the product with the least amount of salt or the one that’s highest in fiber. You can learn a lot about geography, too, by trying to figure out where something came from.
The nutritional information will teach you a lot about chemistry, too. I’ve discovered several food items that have no food in them at all, being made entirely of chemicals and preservatives.
Entertainment, education, social interaction, nourishment, free samples, air conditioning and bathrooms — who needs more than that for excitement? An added plus is if you go often enough you get to know the cashiers and can have a pleasant time chatting while you’re cashing out.
Out to the parking lot, a quick trip home, put away the morning purchases, have a nice lunch and then you can plan the afternoon trip back to the market for the items you forgot during the morning trip.
Thought for the week — Why do croutons come in airtight packages? Aren’t they just stale bread to begin with?
Until next week, may you and yours be happy and well.
Reach columnist Dick Brooks at Whittle12124@yahoo.com.