Since moving to the northeast, I have learned of an activity that seems to be commonplace. A storm is forecasted, people rush to the grocery store.
Buy all the bread!
Buy all the milk!
Since this is my new hometown, and goodness knows I am trying to find my groove again, as soon as a storm was forecasted, I went to the store.
Why is that blog post worthy?
Because I challenged myself to smile, nod and/or say good morning to every single person I passed.
And I did.
I also learned from those I smiled at:
Smaller grapes are sweeter, the garlic in the produce section is over priced compared to the condiment aisle, there is a massive run on Pringles every time there is storm – but only at our store, there is a great butcher just up the road, and where to get the freshest milk and eggs.
Why do we not talk to or even smile at those we pass more often?