The last time I picked up my groceries was two weeks ago, but I was a little nervous that the whole process would take me so long.
“It’s kind of a new experience,” I said to my sister, who is a registered nurse.
“You don’t think about it too much.”
She was right.
I had no idea when I would pick up my first bag.
We went to a convenience store, and when I asked for a bag, I was asked what size it was.
I asked if I could get one with a lid, and they said I could.
I looked at the packaging, and it said a large one.
As soon as I heard the word large, I knew I had a bag to get.
So I started by looking at the back of the bag, which showed the size.
It was the size of a small suitcase, which is the size I usually go to when I need to pack my groceries.
But I didn’t want to pick up the smaller bag.
I’m a bit of a slow picker.
Instead of picking up the smallest bag I can, I decided to go for the largest.
And the larger the bag was, the easier it was to fit in my hand.
For the first time, I got to take my first peek inside a grocery store.
The whole process took about two minutes, which was pretty awesome.
At first, it took a while for me to get used to the size difference between the bigger and smaller bags.
Then I started to get a sense of how much space I would need.
In fact, I needed about a quarter of an inch of space to fill my hand, which made the whole experience a bit awkward.
While the bags were filling up my hand in a matter of seconds, I didn.
It was weird.
Even with all my experience, I couldn’t find my own way to fill the bags.
So I ended up taking the small bag, and filling it with other things.
This was the first grocery store experience that I had where I was really happy with my choice of bag.
I really liked the feeling of being able to see my hand size and size the size next to it.
After the grocery store I stopped at a store called Family Dollar.
My sister’s husband worked there, and I was happy to have a good reason to walk into a store.
So when he told me to come inside, I said, “Okay, I’m here.”
He said, “I think I’m gonna have to get you some paper towels.”
I said, “I want to get my hand sized.”
He looked at me, “What?”
“I don’t know.
It’s probably a size larger than your hand.”
He told me he could do it, and he had the paper towels.
I was happy.
I got my hand sizes on a receipt.
And it didn’t feel as awkward as it would have when I was first learning the difference between big and small.
I ended up getting the largest, the most luxurious, and the smallest.
Since then, I have never had an issue.
I have been using the size-related questions to help me find my personal size.
When I have gotten my hand-size wrong, I usually have been able to tell myself it was just a fluke.
Sometimes I have to find out for myself.
Because of the way I feel about my hand’s size, I sometimes find myself not being able or comfortable putting things in my bag.
When my hand is bigger, I don’t feel like it can be carried in my pocket.
I feel like there is a lot of space in my hands, and if I had my hand smaller, I would feel like I could put more things in it.