My Passion for Grocery Stores

I enjoy a good grocery experience, but I have a major aversion to people. Folks in large groups and people grocery shopping are pure evil, so when you combine the two, it makes for a really bad time for me. I have to make sure I shop in the mornings, on week days- That way it's me and the old folks. (And the occasional other anti-social mom.)

One of my favorite things to do when I first get inside the store, is to choose my cart carefully. I'm not trying for the perfect cart, because they all veer to the left and clack loudly with every wheel rotation. Nope, I'm looking for the coveted abandoned grocery list. I will gladly pry eight carts apart to get to one I spy deep within the herd.

Usually the ones that are left are scrawled in shaky, ancient writing, and have the list-maker's name printed on the top. This is presumably so the shopper doesn't forget during the course of their shopping trip that they made the list, and the groceries are, indeed, for them. Or maybe this is the old people's version of a calling card, "I was here, this is what I bought, see you back at the home for Gin Rummy at 6."

Here's the one I found today:


This is even more fun when you get to try to puzzle out what they have shopped for. I've figured out much of it-

tut pest = tooth paste
2 helf milk =
sup= soup
cikn bot= chicken broth
peper blek= black pepper
tuna
bins bus= buns?
toylt peper= terlet paper
toul peppppr= paper towels
dis sop= dish soap

I would like to see an actual chicken bot, though, and most definitely a peper blek. These would be fine additions to any market. Thanks, Margaret!