Grocery Shopping

I have recently developed an intense dislike for grocery shopping. While I have never particularly loved the chore, it is pretty bad how much I dread it lately. I have been in DC for about eight years now. While at school the closest grocery store wasn't in the best area of town. When I lived on Connecticut Avenue the store felt safe, but seemed to lack some of the options a larger store would carry. The Giant on Wisconsin, however, is by far the worst. Its teeny tiny. The aisles are about half as long as an average grocery store and very narrow. There is about three feet of space between them and the registers, which means there in zero room if there are lines (and there are ALWAYS lines). The selection is very limited and produce is usually horrible. I avoid it like the plague. Like today. I had all day to head over to shop and I put it off and put it off until I was finally so hungry I absolutely had to go in order to make myself dinner. In hindsight, it may have been better if I hadn't waited quite so long. I could have avoided the 6 o'clock after work crowd. Either way, my new philosophy is to grab the absolute essentials (plus the one or two random items I always seem to add to my basket--today's being cupcake wrappers and vanilla??) and get out in the shortest amount of time possible. Which has me heading to the grocery store two to three times a week. Makes sense, right?