My daughter and her family live in Las Vegas. When they shop for groceries, the first thing that greets them inside the store is a row of big gaudy slot machines. Ding, ding, ding! Spend a little money and you could win some cash and increase your food budget!
Only in Vegas, right? I live in Michigan, and my local grocery doesn’t have slot machines. When I stroll in the door, I’m greeted by a row of carts, shopping ads, sanitary spray bottles and wipes (thank you, COVID), and a bank of coupon inserts. I’m usually at the grocery twice a week (we eat a lot of fresh fruit and vegetables at our house). I grab a cart and stroll the aisles, checking out what looks good, what’s on sale, how much a can of beets costs. My husband Steve and I split a can of beets in our dinner salads every night. Before COVID, beets cost $0.59. Not anymore. They’re now $1.29 per can. Simply adding beets to our salads now costs us $9 p/week. And that still doesn’t include the lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, etc. The price of eating healthy, right?
Crazy! Who figures out these prices? Last week, the store where I usually shop was advertising an 8-ounce bag of “brand name” potato chips at $3.99… OR two bags for $6.00. Steve and I don’t eat chips, but we DO eat beets. I’ve yet to see beets promoted with a special sale price or a “buy 2, get 1 free” catchy jingle. Who decides what goes on sale?
Prices can be a challenge. Another challenge? The grocery carts. Some have wobbly wheels, some squeak, squeak, squeak as you navigate the aisles. And while we’re on the subject, let’s talk about all those abandoned carts in the parking lot. Who’s responsible for returning them to the store? The customer, or the grocery clerks? I try my best, but I’ll admit that I’m not always a good Samaritan: especially in winter with the ice and slushy snow.
Shopping at our grocery can take time. I live in a small town and the store is a popular place for locals to catch up. The aisles are often clogged as shoppers stall out in produce, cereal, dairy, and frozen food sections, swapping stories about their families, friends, and the latest Have you heard?!? When it comes time to check out, the gridlock can get especially bad. Our grocery has no “Self-Checkout” lanes. Making matters worse, there’s often only one cashier available. As the line begin to back up, people jostle for position, trading glances at each other’s carts, scoping out the number of items inside. When does management call for back-up? How long is the line allowed to grow? Do they have a rule about this sort of thing? Is there a “magic eye” watching somewhere overhead?
It's a sure bet the Vegas grocery stores have plenty of “magic eye” cameras watching… all those slot machines, right?
Okay, so why all my questions about grocery stores? The answer is easy: Research. When I was doing research for my book LOTTO LUCY, I visited a Jaguar dealership (in Vegas, naturally!). I sat behind the wheel of that Jag... talk about sweet! (no, I did not buy the car). Meanwhile, my new book includes a main character who works in a grocery store. And while I’ve worked a variety of jobs, when it comes to grocery stores, I’m strictly a consumer.
But as an author, I have plenty of questions!
What happens if the freezer goes on the fritz? Do they throw out the ice cream before it melts? Offer a “2 for 1” sale on frozen pizzas before the pepperoni thaws?