A grocery confession

Hi. My name is Dan. And I have grocery phobia.

It started small. A forgotten item here, a wrong brand there.

Then came the checkout texts. The voice notes. The “can you also grab...” calls while I’m literally standing in the checkout line.

And the worst part? I had already asked near the dairy aisle if there was anything else.

I once bought the wrong eggs because she said, “Get the teal carton.”
I stood in front of the eggs thinking, “These are all blue.”

“How did it start?”

“I think it was the time I spent eleven minutes in the cereal aisle on a FaceTime call. Eleven minutes. For cereal.”

I started volunteering to stay home with the kids.

My therapist said I needed closure.
My wife said I needed a list.

Turns out, we were both right. Just not the kind of list I was thinking.

“And how are you doing today?”

“Better. I walk to checkout with a lot more confidence.”

With Cartiro, no calls. No voice notes. No cereal aisle FaceTimes.

Because “one more thing” ends here.

Results may vary by spouse.

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