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My first ex did the shopping. His goal was to stock up all of the cabinets, the fridge and freezer for the duration (of ?). He would put everything away and stand back to admire the fact that we had provisions.
My second ex learned to shop with me after he had a heart attack. I figured he needed to understand what he could and couldn't eat hands-on. He was good, but then he would get to the cat food aisle. He would stand there and stare at all the cans, choosing each one with great care. I never could figure out what zone he went into at that point and would just walk away, pretending I didn't know him. I'd grab him on the way to the check-out. He was good at carrying my packages though.
I really enjoy supermarket shopping. It's so calming for some strange reason.
Hey - I never claimed to be "sane."
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