...this morning my husband and I went to our local Fry's grocery store which is closing today. We thought to pick up some good bargains, which we did. I also picked up some surprisingly teary emotions.
For me. Just me. Steve didn't cry. He did pause a moment and look sad so I think that kinda sorta counts.
We've shopped at this Fry's for 9 years now. It's close. It's convenient. It's "our Fry's"
Sure it is old (but clean) and definitely not all dolled up like other new grocery stores. But we like it. We know it. Did I mention...it's our "Fry's"?
One of the checkers who I have talked to for years cried a month ago when she told me they were closing.
I actually cried today. Not a lot. I didn't break down on the sidewalk and start wailing and reaching dramatically to the never-to-be-Fry's doors but my eyes were teary when I walked out.
Then when we got into the Jeepster I had a whole teary breakdown.... granddaughters growing up and going to school, I miss the kids living with us, my parents are going to die soon, remember how said it was when we had to put our weiner dogs Emma and Cujo down?
In his valiant efforts to provide comfort to an out-of-control emotional wife he just kept patting my leg...afraid to say anything in the event he would make it worse, afraid to say anything in the event it would be the wrong thing.
...and now I'm just mopey. Mopey and sad and emotional and ready to cry at everything.
But it's not really me. I would never, ever, ever be emotional like this.
It's definitely my hormones. I'm sure of it.
It is, isn't it?
Normal people don't cry over their grocery store closing do they?
Yea. Definitely hormonal.
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