Friday Night Shopping

 It's not Monday Night Football or Hockey Night in Canada but it is my new Pandemic-End Days pastime.  Friday Night Shopping.  For the first three weeks after, as Arlo Guthrie might have said, we were successfully injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected we went to the shiny new Shop Rite in our area.  That Shop Rite is in a location previously occupied by a combination Path Mark and K-Mart that included one of those excellent "restaurants" with the particle board booths and the hot dogs of indeterminate age on rollers and the knock-off Slurpee brand "Icee" which means it was exactly where any self respecting lower-middle class nine year old would want to eat while mom listened for the Blue Light Specials.  

So in other words, a Shop Rite aspiring to be a Wegman's would have some good mojo from the spirits in that particular location.

Since variety is the spice of life we're going to change it up tonight and go to the Stop 'n' Shop in the next giant strip-mall over from the Shop Rite.   That Stop 'n' Shop occupies the space formerly taken by a Masters department store that had a video arcade that I frequented in high school.  I don't know if that means that Stop 'n' Shop will also have the Cara Cara oranges I like so much but we're going to find out.  Whatever we come home with I'll enjoy it more than the knockoff Trax sneakers that my parents bought for me all through junior high. 


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