It was in my mind to get to a grocery store today, and I thought I'd try one a little closer to me than Safeway, which is on the other side of the freeway. All I needed was some yogurt. Oh, and I didn't want to run out of toilet paper. For a couple of items, I could try a new store.
So after my trip to the post office, I got back in the car and headed east on Sebastopol Road. I knew there was an Albertson's in that direction, but I wasn't sure how far it was. It was only a mile or so, a little farther than I thought but not a long drive.
The trouble was that they were working on every block of Sebastopol Road between Stony Point and Albertson's. There were barriers and temporary stop signs and flaggers every inch of the way. When I got to the store, I pulled into the left turn lane and had to wait for a guy who was going over the yellow stripes in the asphalt. He didn't seem to mind my being there, or the fact that I was about to drive over his paint job. By the time he meandered past me so that I could make my turn, the paint was probably dry anyway.
I knew I was in trouble when I saw this almost new supermarket standing next to a near-empty parking lot. No one was around except a few guys who looked as if they probably had nowhere else to go. The windows had no signs on them, and there was no row of shopping carts. No lights, inside or out. Another store in a lower-income neighborhood had gone out of business.
So I turned around and came back home. I can live without my Stonyfield Farm French vanilla yogurt until tomorrow, and I doubt I'll go through a whole roll of toilet paper in one day again soon.
Besides, the store probably would have had a bakery, and the bakery probably would have sold donuts, and ... well, you know.