I hate grocery shopping. Even when I'm home. I've managed many years ago to convince my wife that it really is better for all concerned if I just stay home and let her do the shopping. Actually, after a few years of me pouting in the produce isle as I watched her compare prices and rifle through her coupon book, that was enough to convince her to go it alone.
If shopping at home is a hardship, shopping on the boat is pure hell. That's why I don't go. But the guys that do go have to jump through more hoops than a poodle at a dog show. It's truly crazy. And it's all the fault of the brilliant organization called Homeland Security. Because of them a their over the top safety measures it's now almost impossible get the milk back to the boat before it turns into curd.
To go to the store today you inform the dock that you need to go to the store. They will send down one of their security men to drive you to a particular gate. Many times that gate will then call the "front gate" where a uniformed unsmiling security man will pick you up in his security truck. During the drive he will hint to you that you are really taking him away from his usual very important work. Upon reaching the front gate you may then call your cab.
These pictures were taken as the boys returned from shopping. They by passed one of the last check points and we made arrangements to pick them up on the beach and ferry the no longer frozen pizza to the boat via our rescue boat. About 5 trips back and forth were needed before the job was done.
I hate grocery shopping.