Eight o’clock in the morning and already hotter than the Hubs of Hades outside. Without a car, I need to get going RIGHT NOW to hit the Sprouts, the Albertson’s or the Fry’s to buy the groceries I need.
But…but…I also want breakfast. More than I want to go grocery shopping. By far…
The coffee is steeping. What passes for breakfast is ready to come out of the microwave. So…noooooo. Nope: not traipsing to a grocery store at crack of dawn.
And…LO!!! Here’s a REAL good excuse not to do any traipsing at any time.
Albertson’s, Safeway, and Sprouts will deliver groceries!
Who knew???
Now that I know…we’ll be trying that out.
I’m dubious, though. My diet tends to be heavy on fresh produce. And in my experience, Americans know amazingly little about selecting and preparing fresh fruits and vegetables. So whatever those stores deliver is likely to be catch-as-catch-can.
But it’s worth a try.
Imagine! Never having to trudge to the store again!!!
Woweee!
If one or more of those fine establishments can manage to deliver decent produce, I actually might not need a car. My son could be right!
Even if their staff can’t select decent produce, an Uber guy lives right across the street. He can deliver me over there, maybe for an extra fee help me gather the groceries, and haul the stuff back here. I mean…WOW!
Talk about the lap of luxury, eh?
An alternative might be to pay the Cleaning Lady Par Excellence to drive me to the store. That would work better, because then I could select my own groceries. But it would add to her workload and probably not ingratiate her. Not one…little…bit… 😮
Y’know… When we lived in England, we didn’t own a car.
In London, a car wasn’t necessary. An unholy number of locals had them and trudged around in them…but…even more rode the Underground or the surface-street busses or…hang onto your hat..walked.
What if…what if you thought like a Londoner? and behaved like one?
- You wouldn’t own a car, partly because you couldn’t afford it and partly because you wouldn’t need one.
- You would ride the busses and trains to and from work.
- You would stop by a lovely little grocery store on the way home from the transit station; there, you would buy the makings for dinner, plus a bottle of wine.
- You would eat like royalty, because virtually all of the food you bought would be sterling FRESH.
Well…o’course, we have no Underground. But we DO have the new fancy-dan streetcars, Hot diggety!
And we DO have Uber. The whole damn city is infested with Uber drivers. Hot diggett dawg!
Hmmmmm….. Intriguing!
The only time this would be impractical would be right now: in the dead of summer. Hiking around in 110-degree heat is not the best of all possible strategies.
However, the stores in question open as dawn cracks and stay open until well after dark. You could either start out at six or seven in the morning, or simply ride Ubers during the summer and shift to healthier (and cheaper!) walking when the weather cools.
Huh.
Today, I think, I’ll try the Albertson’s or the Sprouts delivery services. Let’s see how they do.
If they can select decent produce (and I’ll betcha Sprouts can)…well…
If they can, mirabilis! I’ll have groceries delivered here. Once in a blue moon I’ll visit the stores, explore their current offerings, and adjust my delivery lists accordingly.
First, though…I believe I’ll go back to bed for a nap. Was sleepy when I woke up at dawn’s first crack, and now am zombified.
…as my father used to say