Retrospect: Supermarket Shenanigans

 

Supermarkets, those sprawling temples of consumerism, have been a fixture in our lives for over a century. From the first Piggly Wiggly in Memphis to the sprawling mega-stores of today, these retail behemoths have witnessed countless triumphs and tribulations. While most of our supermarket experiences are routine and unremarkable, there are those occasional encounters that stick with us, leaving us laughing, shaking our heads, or even a little embarrassed.

One of the most common supermarket adventures involves the British art of ‘queueing’. There’s a certain etiquette to the checkout line, and those who violate it can face social ostracism. Remember the time someone tried to cut in front of you, only to be met with a collective gasp of disapproval? Or perhaps you’ve witnessed the epic battle between two rival shoppers vying for the last spot in the express lane?

Then there are the encounters with fellow shoppers who seem to have lost their minds. Have you ever witnessed someone trying to fit a watermelon into their purse? Or perhaps you’ve encountered the individual who insists on singing along with the store’s PA system at the top of their lungs? These encounters can be both amusing and perplexing, leaving you wondering what on earth is going on.

Of course, no supermarket adventure would be complete without a few product mishaps. Who hasn’t accidentally grabbed the wrong item, only to discover it at the checkout counter? Or perhaps you’ve experienced the horror of a rogue egg exploding in your grocery bag, leaving you with a sticky mess and a ruined outfit. These unfortunate incidents can be both frustrating and hilarious, reminding us that even the most mundane tasks can have unexpected consequences.

And let’s not forget the occasional encounter with the supernatural. Have you ever felt a cold draft in the produce section, only to realize that a ghost is haunting the aisle of apples? (Yes, I wrote the truth – a ghost.) Or perhaps you’ve heard strange noises coming from the freezer, suggesting that a Yeti is lurking among the ice cream? While these encounters may be more myth than reality, they add a touch of excitement and mystery to my supermarket adventures.

So the next time you find yourself wandering the aisles of your local supermarket, take a moment to appreciate the absurdity of it all. From the awkward encounters to the unexpected mishaps, supermarkets are a treasure trove of hilarious and unforgettable experiences. And who knows, perhaps you’ll even have your own adventure to share one day.

 

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Skee Ball

Skee Balll

When I was a kid my grandparents lived a few blocks from the beach in Far Rockaway,  in Queens,  New York.   I loved visiting them  – and especially in the summer when Rockaways Playland was open for the season.

Created in 1902 by roller coaster designer LaMarcus Adna Thompson,  Rockaways Playland had an adjacent ferry dock making it convenient ro reach from almost everywhere in the city.  In addition to a roller coaster,  a ferris wheel,  and  the usual amusement park rides,  it boasted amenities including a gym and a swimming pool,  and welcomed millions of visitors over the years.

Sadly in 1987 the cost of insurance became prohibitive for its owners and Rockaways Playland was closed.   But as a gutsy kid,   I remember my father holding me on his lap on one of those death-defying rides as we whipped through the air.

And I also remember playing skee ball there.  Altho  now it’s apparently more a social sport played in bars and arcades,  in those days it was one of my favorite pastimes at Rockaways.   And in my mind’s eye I can see those skee balll alleys and those balls rolling up the ramp to rack up points for one proud and happy little girl!

Dana Susan Lehrman

Amusement Park Memories

Amusement Parks have always held a special place in the hearts of children and adults alike. They are a microcosm of joy, excitement, and lots of controlled chaos. For many, the most cherished memories are from those carefree days spent navigating the labyrinth of rides and attractions.

For me one of the quintessential amusement park experiences was (and still is) the thrill of the bumper cars. There’s something undeniably satisfying about intentionally ramming another vehicle, sending it careening in a different direction. It’s a harmless (?), controlled aggression that’s both exhilarating and cathartic. Remember those strategic maneuvers, the calculated collisions, and the gleeful laughter that filled the air? “Got you – you b*asturd!”

Then there’s the adrenaline rush of the roller coasters. From the classic wooden coasters to the modern, steel marvels, there’s a thrill ride for everyone. The anticipation as the car climbs higher and higher, the heart-pounding descent, and the weightlessness of the loops and twists – it’s a sensory overload that’s hard to forget: What the Japanese and French call ‘the little death’.

And let’s not forget the Tilt-O-Whirl. This iconic ride is a test of both physical endurance and stomach strength. As the ride spins and tilts, you’re subjected to a dizzying array of sensations. It’s a recipe for disaster, especially if you’ve indulged in too many greasy carnival treats beforehand.

Beyond the rides, amusement parks offer a unique blend of entertainment and nostalgia. The sweet sugary scent of cotton candy and popcorn that lingers in the air, the vibrant colors of the lights, and the lively atmosphere create a magical experience. It’s a place where worries can be left behind and pure joy can take center stage.

Amusement parks are more than just places to have fun; they’re time capsules that preserve the innocence and wonder of childhood. They’re a reminder of simpler times, when the biggest challenge was deciding which ride to go on next. So, the next time you find yourself at an amusement park, take a moment to savor and re-savor the experience. It’s a chance to relive the magic of your childhood and create new memories that will last a lifetime.

 

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The Chinese Supermarket

My mother always had a fondness for the scroll of hand-painted figures, dressed in traditional Chinese clothes, carrying produce or hawking other wares.  They were framed in pieces and hung on the wall along with other mementoes from her time in Peking (now Beijing) in the late 1940’s.  She lived in a neighborhood of classic hutong dwellings, and stayed in the country as long as she could after marrying my father and witnessing the Communist revolution. They both had warm memories of the country and people, including the singsong calls of the street vendors.

My own impressions of China were formed by hearing their stories, as the country was closed tight behind the “bamboo curtain”.  The early magazines and propaganda that emerged in the 1960’s portrayed a proud peasant society.  I also saw a bit of life in the neighboring country of Vietnam when we lived there in the late 1950’s, which presumably had a few similarities. It wasn’t until 2008 that I visited China myself on an extended eclipse-chasing venture.

Of course, I knew that China was changing dramatically.  My parents had returned for a visit in the 1980’s and were pained to see the old hutongs disappearing and the character of the city they knew becoming unrecognizable.  China had opened up and was a global economic phenomenon. But I have to admit that my preconceptions died hard.

Landing in Beijing in 2008, I was wasn’t surprised to see the huge modern airport, the freeways, the new buildings, the subway replacing the old walls in a ring around the center.  There were still historic buildings and temples, lakes, the Forbidden City. And there were new neighborhoods with art galleries, music venues, bars, and funky stores on side streets.  But what would it be like outside of Beijing?

We flew west to Urumqi, on the border of the Xinjiang region (and before mass incarceration of the Uighurs).  It was a shock to find a city of many millions at the edge of the Taklamakan desert, on part of the old Silk Road.  I quickly learned that there are many cities in China I never heard of, each with millions of people.  After battling lots of traffic in from the airport, we were housed in a skyscraper of a Sheraton hotel, more luxurious than any I had ever stayed in.  The floor to ceiling windows looked down on a commercial area on a busy street with maybe six lanes of traffic.

There were a few tasks to deal with outside of the tour—including a pair of broken glasses.  We spied an optometry storefront across the street;  the sign with a big pair of glasses helped.  We figured out how to get an exam and new pair on the spot despite no common language, using fingers to point in the direction of the eye chart “E” icons. Amazing!

What was more amazing was the route to and from the store.  There was no hope of crossing at street level, but there was an underground passage with stores, similar to some subway stations.  On the way back to the hotel, just before the stairs back to street level, I noticed an entrance to what looked like a food store, and poked my head in.  It was a revelation.

An enormous and brightly-lit room, replete with broad aisles lined with shelves and refrigeration units, stretched as far as I could see.  It was a supermarket.  A vast, hidden underground wonder.  We wandered through the acres of offerings—mysterious bags and cans of neatly stacked and labelled foodstuffs that dwarfed anything at home.  People shopped with carts in an unhurried and spacious atmosphere.  No farmer’s market, no people calling out, no live animals, no crowding, lots of variety. This was definitely not my parents’ China.

Maybe the underground supermarket is a regular thing—we found a smaller (but still huge) one when we were back in Beijing and were looking for “numbing spice”, which a friendly fellow shopper helped identify through creative pantomime.  Surely more traditional markets and street food persist somewhere, but just as surely the supermarkets have come to stay.

In the meantime, the traditional street vendors can be found in the pictures on my wall, reminding me of my mother.