Every Thursday after work Beth and I go grocery shopping. Sometimes we don't need very much but most of the time we fill our carts. Beth is pretty independent, we each grab a cart and then we go our separate ways. We sometimes pass in the aisles, I'll say to her, "Hey! I know you!" and she'll smile as she walks by or she'll ignore me and pretend like she's never seen me before in her life.
She pretty much buys the same things every week but is trying to cut down on the amount of junk food she buys. We're also trying to get her to go dairy free but this week there was a huge, family-size block of cheese in her cart. I had to remind her that it's the cheese that causes her stomach aches and digestive issues. She wasn't happy about putting it back but she did.
Whoever finishes first waits by the registers until the other one arrives, then we check out together. This last Thursday she wanted me to check out first. Then she unloads her cart, pays for it, unloads all her groceries in the car, then unloads again at home. I'm thankful she's so independent when it comes to grocery shopping.
I happened to spot her as I walked by one aisle.
I think she was making more room in her cart.