tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post1644240357832924975..comments2023-11-03T05:20:30.265-07:00Comments on Whopping Cornbread: Nora gives her power away in the *(&^ grocery storeNorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16507644743409364179noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-14740213507674747132009-03-27T21:47:00.000-07:002009-03-27T21:47:00.000-07:00So...how long were you in the store?So...how long were you in the store?JCKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04582581376724478366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-86491262584590874322009-03-23T15:00:00.000-07:002009-03-23T15:00:00.000-07:00I often comment that I never seem to run into peop...I often comment that I never seem to run into people I know in the store. Is it because I don't know anyone? Have no friends, different shopping experiences? However, the minute I do see someone I know in the store, I'm am off like a flash down the ethnic aisle in an attempt to hit the back corner before I am seen. I'm not good at idle chit chat in the store.Dawn in D.C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15507993823949063816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-963756361203589952009-03-19T10:52:00.000-07:002009-03-19T10:52:00.000-07:00Ahhhh, Nora!!! Another of your perfectly construc...Ahhhh, Nora!!! Another of your perfectly constructed, perfectly understandable forays into the foibles of . . .<BR/><BR/>BAD FRIEND LOADER---is that like Bad Baby Pie?<BR/><BR/>I've done the dodge 'em with various folks over the years, and never because of dislike or dread or embarrassment, but because I just didn't want to bother right then. And that, too, is understandable, but sorta cowardly in a sneaky kind of way.<BR/><BR/>You DID, however, not disappoint---I was all primed for you to say that you blithely tossed in some tofu and organic arugula and a ransom's worth of truffles (which you'd return to their proper places later, I'm sure) just to impress her (or live up to whatever standard you think she has, to dither you so).<BR/><BR/>says rachel, who once abandoned her cart and fled to her car, after being pursued by a friend's very talkative husband who followed for four aisles, describing his hemorrhoid surgery <BR/><BR/>You got off light, Hon.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-22077444330927979542009-03-17T20:42:00.000-07:002009-03-17T20:42:00.000-07:00There's something slightly awkward about bumping i...There's something slightly awkward about bumping into someone at the grocery, someone you really wouldn't have a conversation with otherwise. And then there is the "haha, we shop at the same store" small talk that is intolerable. So for many reasons, most of them not as rational as just mentioned, avoidance is practiced by me as well.shrink on the couchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13271891110211081990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-44448970193434158232009-03-17T09:08:00.000-07:002009-03-17T09:08:00.000-07:00This is hilarious! I've done that!This is hilarious! I've done that!Glennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03681336164718681936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-54325123484299293412009-03-17T09:03:00.000-07:002009-03-17T09:03:00.000-07:00And here I thought I was the only weirdo that did ...And here I thought I was the only weirdo that did this sort of thing:) Just did it last week, as a matter of fact....Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06590585650894114884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-3667684710973893302009-03-17T06:26:00.000-07:002009-03-17T06:26:00.000-07:00Nope. I've NEVER done this. Right.Nope. I've <I>NEVER</I> done this. Right.Mama Goosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06981857083383583631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-86761965848520582282009-03-16T14:45:00.000-07:002009-03-16T14:45:00.000-07:00oh how I relate to this! there is something about ...oh how I relate to this! there is something about the grocery store that brings out the urge to flee I've been known to ditch the groceries just to get away...fortunately, at least up to now, I've remembered to keep the child)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-55589166882017836142009-03-16T13:09:00.000-07:002009-03-16T13:09:00.000-07:00I'm still having trouble understanding beer in a g...I'm still having trouble understanding beer in a grocery store. You're not in Pennsylvania any more, Dorothy!foster mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01088942272280199427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-70961956689636072482009-03-15T21:44:00.000-07:002009-03-15T21:44:00.000-07:00Oh, we are soul sisters.Oh, we are soul sisters.Angie McCullaghhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13338130265872869124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-38313371062166799272009-03-15T15:19:00.000-07:002009-03-15T15:19:00.000-07:00I love this! I totally do this and I can't figure ...I love this! I totally do this and I can't figure out why. I'm social. I'm adjusted. Why do I avoid people in the grocery store? But I do.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-14921490606238922992009-03-15T14:19:00.000-07:002009-03-15T14:19:00.000-07:00You would have to run from me in the grocery store...You would have to run from me in the grocery store--I say "hi" to everyone. I totally get where you're coming from though.Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-49131506148121585392009-03-15T14:05:00.000-07:002009-03-15T14:05:00.000-07:00I've avoided people who I do like, just because I ...I've avoided people who I do like, just because I can't handle small talk when I'm not psyched up for it.Taniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09886049581948361060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-45609822063423991752009-03-15T13:50:00.000-07:002009-03-15T13:50:00.000-07:00I totally do this too. I went to a movie a few wee...I totally do this too. I went to a movie a few weeks ago- it was a special film festival showing of a documentary about a children's TV show that was near and dear to my heart. Who should be waiting in line but two former colleagues from the Hell School. It's been four years since I taught there but I recognized them right away. I told myself that there is no way they would remember me, but I hid behind a corner anyway and then hung back in line so I could grab a seat nowhere near them. Oh yes. You are hardly alone, Nora Bee. LOVE YOU!GroundedGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04285685493391174753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-91918127710849391232009-03-15T11:28:00.000-07:002009-03-15T11:28:00.000-07:00Ack! I totally do stuff like this all the time AN...Ack! I totally do stuff like this all the time AND was recently talking to someone about it. Usually for me it's the people I kinda-sorta know, but not well enough to fake my way through a "HiHowAreYou" conversation. Or maybe I could, but this shy little 8 year old deep within me takes over and I'm reminded of boisterous aunts, uncles and cousins asking me if "cat-got-my-tongue." But who knows what happens in that slight moment of recognition - chances are the other person is actually doing the same thing to me. And I'll walk the long way around a block, or stare off in the distance trying to pretend I'm lost in thought. <BR/><BR/>Oh, and another thing - it depends on my own confidence-for-the-day. If I just finished a workout, or didn't yet shower, or didn't feel like putting on "real" clothes and am in sweats with dog hair on them - then I'm way less likely to want to interact with anyone. But if I feel "cute" - then I'll talk it up with anything and anyone.The Ubran Poetesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00658716826402969034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-52248374369733384542009-03-15T10:59:00.000-07:002009-03-15T10:59:00.000-07:00I do the same thing myself and I don't even know a...I do the same thing myself and I don't even know anyone I could even remotely meet at the supermarket. It's all a bit of paranoia, I say.Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-23994041465870195422009-03-15T07:46:00.000-07:002009-03-15T07:46:00.000-07:00I live in a really small town, so I usually see so...I live in a really small town, so I usually see someone I know. Usually a "HiHowAreYou" will do fine, while still keeping the cart moving. (I hate getting out of order in the store! Or having to start on the wrong side.)smalltownmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10857871195417461235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-44260431222103589982009-03-15T07:40:00.000-07:002009-03-15T07:40:00.000-07:00Not bad. Just human.Not bad. Just human.Karen Jensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02540617923517042598noreply@blogger.com