But the grocery shopping…gets me every time.
Living in a city without a car makes the whole ordeal even more gruesome. Try walking through a foot of New England snow while carrying four heavy, tragically defective plastic bags. One inconvenient shift of a pizza box and a week’s worth of groceries go tumbling into a snow bank. If there’s ever a time I miss an ex-boyfriend, it’s during the long walk home from my neighborhood supermarket.
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“Peter had such a nice, warm car,” I’ll think. “If there was one thing I loved about Peter, it was how gallantly he carried grocery bags.”
I assume there’s now a permanent fissure in the muscles between my shoulders and neck after years of schlepping bags around. On the plus side, I’m developing biceps that would make Madonna cower in fear.
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Truth is grocery shopping is just an externalization of the harsh realities of being single. Tough life decisions, disappointments and setbacks, the burden of trying to