Posted on Tuesday, 5 January 2010
GROCERY DELIVERY.
Some say ‘the light bulb’, others say ‘airplanes’. Some might mention ‘Gutenberg’s printing press’ or suggest ‘indoor plumbing’. I happen to believe the greatest human invention is when grocery stores deliver straight to your door. (Sorry, ‘penicillin’!)
But: here I sit, staring at a store’s website with a million choices just a few clicks and a scheduled delivery away, and for the life of me I can’t think of what staples I need stocked in the cupboard. Suggestions?
I danced with glee the first time I ordered groceries via Amazon Fresh. I hang my head in shame every time my woman (who studied sociology in university, mind you) tells me that it’s the downfall of society and destruction of human interaction. I try to explain that I rarely interact with anyone at a grocery store anyway, and delivery is time-saver that allows one to pursue real social activities in its stead, but that never seems to go over well.
She didn’t seem to mind when I ordered 12 boxes of her childhood favourite breakfast cereal via Amazon Fresh, however.
