A Giant Eagle Adventure

       Today, my mom asked my brother and I to go to the grocery store to buy some last minute things for her before the end of the night. Naturally, I procrastinated and left my house around 8:30 and headed off towards Heinen's. Well, it wasn't until my brother George and I drove out to Heinen's that we realized it was closed for the night, so we continued down 306 to Giant Eagle.
       When we got to the store, there was almost no one in the parking lot except for a couple shading looking trucks in the back. So George and I climbed out of the car and walked into Giant Eagle.
       The first struggle was finding the milk. When I go to Giant Eagle I usually go to the one in town so I wasn't used to this set up. There were a couple of people wandering around the store with their carts judging us as we scrambled by, eager to complete our mission and go home. Eventually we stumbled across rows and rows of milk. At this point, I was overwhelmed. There was Horizon Organic, Dairymen's, Organic Farm, Giant Eagle Brand...so many choices! I couldn't decide which one to get so my brother took  a risk and went with the Horizon Organic.
      The second and biggest struggle of the night was check out. Since it was late, there were only a couple of employees working there so the only register stands that were open were the self-checkout ones. So of course it took us about 10 minutes to find the barcode on the milk and the entire time we were struggling a teenage employee was staring at us like we were freaks. At this point, I didn't even care though. I had been severely judged since the minute I walked into the store. The employee continued to stare as I fumbled with my cash, trying to get it into the machine so I could pay for my milk and get out of there. Of course the register had to reject my bill three times before it finally accepted the money. After I grabbed the milk and stuffed it a plastic bag, my brother and I turned to leave when we heard someone clear their throat behind us. The employee was holding up a piece of paper and said, "Don't forget your receipt." I walked over and took the receipt from her, and attempted a smile while she stood there, smirking at me.
       Overall, my grocery adventure tonight was a complete disaster. Besides getting lost and my many issues at the checkout, people felt the need to judge me the entire time I was there. I noticed just how much people are entertained while watching others struggle. It occupies our boring days of school, work, and extracurricular activities. Like the poster in Ms. Serensky's room says: Somedays you're the bird, other days you're the statue. I guess it was just one of those days.