Supermarket Kind Of Feeling


I love the possibilities that supermarkets represent. You walk in through the sliding doors (I call them “vooshing doors”), smell the smell of groceries (there is such a thing), and you just have so many options. You can turn right, left, or continue straight. You can walk down the aisles, or skip, or run, or crawl. You can go by a grocery list, or you can trust your instincts. You can pick things up, then put them back, then hug them, and apologize for making them feel unwanted. You can buy whatever you want, be it milk, meat, bread, soap, flowers, towels, or a shopping cart. Well, not the latter, but you get the point.

There is something about supermarkets that makes me really happy. Today, I went into one with my mom, and it was a sight to be seen. We were standing by the cheese circle (or stand, but circle sounds cooler), and my mother turned to me, and asked me to get the milk.

So I happily skipped off, and picked up three drink yogurts, the milk, and a box of cereal. As you can imagine, though my arms are long, it was kind of hard to keep a hold on all of these. But hey, they were on the way. I was walking back to The Circle, and trying to navigate my way in between people. People who thought I was a maniac, because I was walking with my arms full of food, dodging shopping carts, with a maniac-like smile on my face. So I kind of get them. My hair was also full of chlorine, not that that has anything to do with anything. I just thought I would put it out there.

You see, when I think a situation is awkward, or weird, or funny, I find it amusing. It’s the part of me that sees the bigger picture, that views the scene as a spectator would, and simply finds it funny. There I am, looking loco, and power walking to my mom. She looks up, smiles, and says, “I think we’re going to need a cart”. The carts are stationed outside of the supermarket, so I tried to pass her my items, and we ended up piling them against the edge of The Circle. I found this amusing as well. Which made me almost topple our beloved pile over. As I passed my mother, heading to the entrance/exit, she said very quietly and humor-fully, “don’t embarrass me”. I found this very funny too, so my smile simply seized more ground on my face.

Now, I’m walking, walking, walking, and I just think this is really fun, and humorous. People are looking at me kind of oddly, or to be exact, like I’m odd, so I try to tone it down a bit. Once I get to the carts, and turn one around to head back in, I think to myself, what the heck? So I smile. Really widely. The guard, at the entrance to the supermarket, started looking at me kind of weirdly. If you haven’t gotten the gist yet, that made me smile even more. I stood up tall, gripped the pushy-bar really tight, and walked through the vooshing doors giggling. That turned into full-out laughing, and by the time I got to my mom, I was practically crying from joy.

We just put everything into the cart, and off I flew. I was really just laughing at this point. Laughing here, laughing there, laughing up the aisle, down the aisle, laughing by the cereal (yes, I bought two boxes), laughing by the hair accessories, by the cute guy buying junk food, by the old lady who moved her cart so I could pass without having to stop laughing. I swear I must have been high on the chlorine or something, because I just found all of it so darn merry. Or maybe I was just happy. Maybe I’m in love with supermarkets.

When we eventually made it to check out, I was striding tall, laughing openly. Everything I saw was uplifting. When the cashier asked if we have a membership card, and my mother pulled hers out, I said, “We’re so cool, we’re members”. That made my mom and the cashier laugh, which made me crack up again.

But really, everyone, to top all of that off, was the look the guard gave me as were leaving. He clearly recognized me as the wacko who pushed her cart like it was a brand-new baby or something, and he was giving me those wary eyes that people give you when they’re not quite sure what to make of you. Guess what I did? No really, guess.

I laughed. I looked him in the eyes, beamed, and laughed. I felt like I was on top of the world, because I had a mom, a shopping cart, and breakfast food. And I am, I am on the top of the world. It feels good, let me tell you that.

So try it some time, go to a supermarket, and grin every time you see something you like. You’ll get some weird looks, and that will make you laugh. Once you’re laughing, and people are staring, you’ll feel like you’ve got the power. You are now on top of the world.

It’s a supermarket kind of feeling.

Yours truly,


Song quote:

Been dreaming of this since a child, I’m on top of the world. -On Top Of The World, Imagine Dragons

(I got the power….)

(I got a feeling that I never, never, never had before….)


17 comments on “Supermarket Kind Of Feeling

  1. norexin says:

    I volunteer at the hospital and for awhile I would smile and greet people that came in. It was my only job, so I felt it necessary to do it well and make people happy. I would sometimes say some of the dumbest things or be so overly perky that the staff would laugh. (at me or with me is still in debate.) But I’ve found, IF I owned up to the awkwardness and accept (screw it this is who I am, you should be happy too!! Join me!!) you could see a noticeable difference in the way people treated you. The expressions would go from a “that girl is crazy” to a “she really loves whats she’s doing. I should be more happy ” and you could see the effects.

    Anyways, I too have always had a fondness for grocery stores and (personally I think) the guards looking at you like you might be nuts is the nicest form of flattery. :)


  2. Taylor Jamieson says:


    ‘all lost in a super market’…the Clash – London Calling



  3. I love your blog.. very nice colors & theme. Did you create this website yourself or did you hire someone to do it for you?

    Plz answer back as I’m looking to create my own blog and would like to know where u got this from. cheers


    • tiredella says:

      Wow, thanks! I created this all on my own. I took the Quintus theme, which lets you switch out the background for any image you want, and then you use the Widgets that the website gives you to create the side.


  4. Mags Corner says:

    I do not like going to the supermarket at all so I smile a lot at people I pass to help me endure the chore. This was a very good and enjoyable read I had no problem picturing it all in my mind as the story unfolded. It is so well-written I almost felt like I was at the supermarket watching you and hearing you laugh.


  5. ireneendaya says:

    Hi Ella, I used to not like going to supermarkets until recently when I need to live and take care of myself. I agree, there’s really this supermarket-kind-of-feeling!haha! Btw, I nominated you in the Versatile Blogger Award in my post It’s okay not to follow the rules. I just want you to know that I love your posts, and I hope you’ll get better. Be strong!


  6. sounds like you had a wonderful day outing very nice:-)


  7. duece2929 says:

    I really like your narrative style of writing. It flows so well and is easy to visualize in one’s head. keep it up.


  8. Mike Crape says:

    Great day Ella, Very well written, I can feel your smile and it sounds of a much better day than facing the dreaded doctors! Thanks picking up my day!


  9. smile breathe and go slowly says:

    hahaha! that made me smile the whole way through! :) thanks!


  10. Ivy says:

    Toda! I will take your story with me the next time I go supermarket shopping. I hope it will help me laugh through the chore of it all!


  11. katyhancock says:

    That sounds so lovely and like so much fun haha. I try never to shop for food in places like Wal Mart or Target because I love supermarkets too, and I’ll only go when it’s with my mom!


  12. awesome visit to the supermarket. I love the strange looks I get when I walk through the grocery store “smiling for no reason.”


  13. eejaygee says:

    I find there a lot of people who give you strange looks when you sing and/ or dance along with the music they play in the supermarket. I can’t help myself..if I like the song I just have to dance while I’m pushing the cart.
    This also has added advantage of embarrassing any teenaged children I might have shopping with me. :)


  14. Sounds like a great day!
    People around here will give you some odd looks if you randomly smile at them XD


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