Random Ralphs Run

Finally back at home, the wife wanted a watermelon, for which I summoned my best Princess Bride impersonation and replied: “As you wish!” We jumped in the car and were on our way to our local Ralphs for a quick grocery run.

Mr. Ramdolfi sporting his new Shady Rays on the way to Ralphs.

A hop, skip, and a jump later, we had arrived. The parking lot was mostly full as expected, it almost always is. After catching sight of someone backing up and proceeding to take their former spot, I offered the Mrs. a hand, and we headed toward our first grocery trip as a married couple. Mundane as it may have been, it felt special.

I always try taking turns carrying the grocery basket, but somehow it always ends up being my turn…

We headed straight to the produce section at the entrance of the store. Right away we spotted the reason for our trip: watermelons! At 19¢ a pound, it was an offer we could not resist — for a second there that felt like one of my coffee reviews.

The object of our trip!

The wife knocked on each of the watermelons, listening intently for their degree of ripeness. She sought a hollow sound, which she claims means the watermelon is more crisp and juicy — likely a better method than mine, which admittedly consists of grabbing whichever one is closest.

It wouldn’t be a Ramdolfi grocery trip without the wife picking up some strawberries.

After selecting the winning watermelon (and some unscheduled strawberries), we briefly considered perusing the isles for snacks and goodies. Tempting. However, we are trying to live our best lives, and that includes healthy eating — hence the fruit instead of, say, Spicy Nacho Doritos. Those are reserved for cheat days.

Mr. Ramdolfi secures the goods.

Fruit in hand, we checked out at the self-checkout stations. We usually choose self-checkouts whenever possible, we find them to be more efficient. And just like that, our first local adventure as a married couple had come to an end. Mission Accomplished.

Tell me, do you enjoy grocery shopping, or do you consider it a chore? Would you rather have fresh fruit or chips as a snack? Do you prefer to check out with a cashier or at a self-checkout?

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(Featured Image by: Mr. Ramdolfi)

12 thoughts on “Random Ralphs Run

  1. It’s so nice to see photos of you and your wife. I was wondering who the mystery lady was. You two make a really cute couple!

    My husband and I also enjoy our dates to the grocery store. We love watermelons too and we We do the watermelon-knocking trick when checking for the ripe melons. Also, it helps to look for yellow bellies on the bottoms of the watermelons.🍉

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    1. Aww, thanks so much! 😄 And thank you for your comment. Yes, my wife was looking for the yellow bottoms as well! It may just be me who does not know much about choosing good watermelons. 😅 Lol

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  2. Watermelon is sooo good in the summer. I don’t mind grocery shopping, but usually have a preset list made, so it’s pretty much a chore now.

    I’m a fan of self checkout, but I usually end up having to go through the normal lanes because I’m something of a drinker on the weekends.

    I try to eat super healthy, so fruit over chips any day!

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    1. Right! It’s so refreshing! And I know what you mean. This specific trip was a spur of the moment grocery trip, which made it really fun.

      Yup, not sure why they don’t allow people to purchase alcohol at self-checkout, especially since there’s usually someone there monitoring everything anyway.

      Totally, fruit is so much better anyway! 😄

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