A Full Circle

I had lunch with a Yoda yesterday. We had the most delightful ayam kampung goreng (fried country chicken) at a place near Masjid Jamek LRT station. While munching on the crispy succulent flesh of the leanest chicken I've ever tasted, we talked about convenience.

I commented on how my life, when it comes to grocery shopping, has become a routine. Milk and bread. That's my standard weekly purchase from my trusted neighbourhood petrol station convenient store. My occassional supply of pasta, tomato puree, cheese, beef, chicken, veggies and fish comes from another mini-mart. True that the supermarket mammoths like Tesco and Giant would probably give me better prices and choice, but having to brave the human traffic on the LRT and near the office on a daily basis, why would I want to subject myself to the same thing on weekends.

My perfect grocer would be one who delivers, at best to my doorstep, but at the very least, to the nearest petrol station. The Yoda pointed out that this was what neighbourhood grocers of yonder years used to do anyway. Funny how with all these new business concepts, what we want most is what we used to have.

On a side note, thanks to Penny for being my personal shopper in Melbourne. My search for the perfect (or near-perfect) pair of shoes landed me on the Nine West website, and having good friends who travel has definitely added to convenience shopping. I owe her big time!