Tuesday night was a big night at the grocery store. Like most Parisians, I go to the grocery store A LOT. Like, every other day pretty much. You know those gallons of milk we all buy at home? THEY DONT EVEN EXIST HERE. The largest quantity they sell at my grocery store is a liter. And folks, I love me some cereal...and yes, I know, I could buy two one liter bottles of milk at once, but have I ever mentioned I live up FIVE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS?
At French grocery stores, a good amount of shoppers own these things called chariots (like a small rolling suitcase), allowing them to wheel their groceries home with them. Some people take their chariots around the grocery store instead of a cart, which incidentally makes it very difficult to judge which line is going to be fastest because WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY’VE GOT HIDING IN THERE.
For my part, I shop with the store provided baskets, and then FRANTICALLY bag my own groceries (yes, you have to do that yourself here and WHY OH WHY do plastic bags become impossible to open under pressure???) I then lumber home, while people with GROCERIES ON WHEELS whiz past me.