The Grocery Game
The Grocery Game
I enter the sliding glass doors
My purse in my hand
I take breath, in and out
I must make a big choice, despite my self-doubt
Before even finding one thing to buy,
I must decide
A Cart or basket?
With all I must get I complete the task. It
Is clear I should choose a cart.
I try yanking one from the return, but
It will not budge
So I pull and I pull and I give it a nudge
It moves just a little, but not quite enough
Like it has as little faith in my trip as I do
But eventually it comes free
Showing that maybe there is hope for me
I grip the green plastic handle cover
As I enter the store
I pause for a sec
for one final list check
And a self check-in as I
Collect myself,
I breath, and let the list take the lead
As I once more recall what I need
Thank god for my list
I think it saved my life
It guides my like mom did
During every trip since I was a kid
Just like her, the list knows what I need
Where it is and how much to buy
With my Grocery Guide I get through the store
navigating my cart and its wonky wheels over the white tiled floor
After a minute I begin to fly through the list
With ease and with haste
I find new confidence
And realize there was no need to be so tense.
From all the times helping mom,
My muscle memory knew what to do.
In a flash, I am out of the checkout
And through the sliding doors, holding in a gleeful shout,
My smile beaming
I realize I was ready all along
After years of preparation that I had never seen,
Of the grocery game, I had become Queen