Our local Walmart store management tore out most of the checkout aisles and installed several dozen self-checkout kiosks. I refuse to use them, which means I have to put up with long lines and long waits while my icecream melts.
Husband and I were in line the other day conversing about a spaetzle-aspragus recipe, when the woman in front of us asked what exactly spaetzle was. She and her husband had been chatting up the cashier, who happened to be from the same Hispanic community they were from near Bakersfield, CA. She said she had heard of it but didn’t know what it was. I explained, and then cautioned her that it was different than schnitzel, and then I explained what forms that could take. She had heard of that, too. Behind us in line was an elderly neighbor from a block over from our house who takes long walks in the neighborhood and wanted to know if we got our produce in. She said she loved watching our garden.
Shopping is a social outing for us, and reinforces our sense of community. We aimed to be Community Psychologists, so I guess things are working out.
What communities do you belong to?