Since moving to the south, I’ve had to change the way I shop for groceries. I miss Vons a lot, but I’ve been here long enough, so I guess that I’ve adjusted for the most part. I go to Walmart way more than I did when I lived in California. A place where I’ve learned to get the most of my groceries here is Publix.
The thing about Publix is, it’s pretty southern. They take care of their employees, and almost everyone I’ve seen working there is in a good mood. They go out of their way to talk to you, which is pretty much my nightmare. I prefer to shop uninterrupted, unless I actually have a question. And I know that it’s a customer service thing, bothering the customers. I work in customer service, I get it. But it’s a lot harder for me to address someone I don’t know. I hate when strangers talk to me without a purpose. I’m not good at conversation. It spikes my anxiety.
But the biggest thing that Publix insists on that I hate is helping me to my car. I grew up having the grocery store checker asking if I needed help out. I don’t like strangers seeing my car, and I’m fairly independent, so I’ve never needed help out. But at Publix, you don’t really get a choice. One time I had only one bag in my hand and they guy tried to take it from me. It almost gives me stalker vibes. I know it’s their job, it just feels very intrusive to me. It happens less when I take my boyfriend shopping with me, but if we have a cart, someone definitely is going to help us out to our car. I’m sure there are lots of people who really appreciate this Publix standard, but I hate it. And if it wasn’t the best grocery store in the area I would just go somewhere else.
This is just one instance where I need to learn to say “no.” Still working on my effort to avoid small talk at all costs.