Yesterday, on the way home from work I decided to nip into the grocery store to pick up a few items as tonight I want to make beef stifado, a yummy delicious greek stew made with garlic, shallots and cinnamon.
The shop was just beginning to get a little crazy as it was after four on a Friday. I tried not to rush through, as I wanted to make sure I was collecting everything on my list. The isle containing cheese and dairy was ridiculously crowded with people queing to push their carts through and I was breathing a sigh of relief that I only had a basket, even though people kept banging into it.
Once I hit the wine aisle I took a few deep breaths as I selected a pinoit grigio (amazingly this isle had hardly anyone in it - strange for a Friday, but apparently people were more interested in food than booze). It took all the will-power I could muster not to twist open the top of a bottle and take a swig before facing the produce section, which was also jam packed. Once my basket was finally complete, I headed toward the checkout only to breath a sigh of relief at my good timing: the cash right in front of me had only one person being checked through, without much on the belt; this was lucky because every other check out was crazy busy.
As I was nearly there I saw someone rushing for this checkout out of my peripheral vision and hastly speeded up only to get my basket on the belt first. As I unloaded my stuff I couldn't bring myself to look at the person behind me, but noticed that they only had three items to unload. Three. Whilst I had about 15 (mind this was a regular check-out, not one of those with a 10 items or less restriction). Then I glanced up and realized it was an older man. One who was smiling at the family behind him and I wanted to crawl under the counter in shame. Would it really have been so bad to let him in front of me? But by the time I had noticed all this, my stuff had all been unloaded; I just chose to wait to be checked through and was not my usual chatty self with the cashier as I was feeling guilty for racing to a checkout to beat an older man. I just wanted out of there.
Some of you may not find this such a big deal, but I honestly hate the push and shove society we live in and abhor the thought that I am among those ranks.