The Wonderful World Of Wegman's
After two years of ordering groceries online through Fresh Direct, I am not thrilled by the prospect of weekly trips to the supermarket. The husband on the other hand, is ecstatic.
"You don't understand," he says "Wegman's"
I admit, that I have only been to a Wegman's once, when we were upstate visiting his parents. It was impressive, I suppose, but I would still rather do my grocery shopping barefoot online, then drive to Wegman's, shop, stand on line (have I mentioned that I do not do lines? This was generally understood by the bouncers at the clubs I used to frequent, but somehow I have my doubts that a grocery store cashier will get this.
"The quality is unbelievable," the husband raves, "And the prices? Grapes are 1.99 a lb!"
Sure, the prices are better out in Jersey, but get me into a store, and I am going to spend. On Fresh Direct, I have my weekly list and we update it... Maybe switch up the cereal or fruit. Sometimes throw in a bag of chips... But everything is deliberate. I never pass through a check out line without grabbing an extra pack of gum, and honestly wandering around with a shopping cart it is easy to find a lot that is necessary. Looking at my husband, who is blissfully ignorant of my fears, I can tell that he genuinely believes that we will save money at the grocery store. I am willing to bet against that.... Any takers?
As he continues his enthusiastic tirade on the joy of shopping for Wegman's and all the great meals he will now be able to whip up, I just smile. Poor thing. He is in a dream world and he seems so happy there. I do not want to wake him up. Realistically though, we don't cook now because he gets home too late from work, and adding the time for the new commute certainly isn't going to help things. But as he gleefully smiles at me, with visions of a shopping card and no concept of time, I say nothing. He is now talking BBQ and I try to appear enthusiastic as thoughts of steak cooked at midnight outside in the increasingly chilly weather comes to mind. But maybe he is right. Maybe we will have gourmet dinners every night and enough money left over to pay for the car and the insurance and other suburban necessities.
"You don't understand," he says "Wegman's"
I admit, that I have only been to a Wegman's once, when we were upstate visiting his parents. It was impressive, I suppose, but I would still rather do my grocery shopping barefoot online, then drive to Wegman's, shop, stand on line (have I mentioned that I do not do lines? This was generally understood by the bouncers at the clubs I used to frequent, but somehow I have my doubts that a grocery store cashier will get this.
"The quality is unbelievable," the husband raves, "And the prices? Grapes are 1.99 a lb!"
Sure, the prices are better out in Jersey, but get me into a store, and I am going to spend. On Fresh Direct, I have my weekly list and we update it... Maybe switch up the cereal or fruit. Sometimes throw in a bag of chips... But everything is deliberate. I never pass through a check out line without grabbing an extra pack of gum, and honestly wandering around with a shopping cart it is easy to find a lot that is necessary. Looking at my husband, who is blissfully ignorant of my fears, I can tell that he genuinely believes that we will save money at the grocery store. I am willing to bet against that.... Any takers?
As he continues his enthusiastic tirade on the joy of shopping for Wegman's and all the great meals he will now be able to whip up, I just smile. Poor thing. He is in a dream world and he seems so happy there. I do not want to wake him up. Realistically though, we don't cook now because he gets home too late from work, and adding the time for the new commute certainly isn't going to help things. But as he gleefully smiles at me, with visions of a shopping card and no concept of time, I say nothing. He is now talking BBQ and I try to appear enthusiastic as thoughts of steak cooked at midnight outside in the increasingly chilly weather comes to mind. But maybe he is right. Maybe we will have gourmet dinners every night and enough money left over to pay for the car and the insurance and other suburban necessities.
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