One of my office sites is in a small shopping complex with a grocery store. The grocery store has a little bar at the front, which strikes me as so weird. Like who says, “You know what I’m craving? A brewskie and some convo at the local grocery store.”
Now granted, I’ve never been one to chat in the grocery store unless mumbling curse words at people who stop in the middle of the aisle for hours (ok, minutes) counts. I definitely never exchanged flirty banter over produce (according to rom-coms, this happens?). And finally, I realize that some Whole Foods have bars although I don’t think I’ve partaken. Whole Foods coffee bar, yes. Whole Foods bar, no.
But. I have wanted to get a beer since it seemed so weird. I told my co-worker this who was diligently finishing up her notes and she decided that she wanted to go, too. I seized the chance- a drink with a friend at the grocery store bar. Here’s to new adventures! [And here’s to putting my stay-on-top-of-my-paperwork plan on hold for one more day.]
So, yes. We grabbed a beer before heading home. It was fun to catch up and be the target of curious/jealous/judgey looks from people who were “just” grocery shopping. But according to the cashier who came over to pour the beers and ring us up, it’s actually pret-ty popular with the kids-playing-sports nearby crowd. I guess I’m lucky we even got a seat at such a happening spot!