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Grocery Shopping on a Bike and an Honesty Lesson

As those who have been reading my blog for a while already know, I love to ride my bike. No, I am not a racer or extreme cyclist, but I get a great sense of joy and satisfaction when I get to ride to my errands, work, or to other adventures. This allows me to fit in my 1) outside time, 2) exercise, and 3) commute all into the same time slot. It's pretty awesome. Today I did just that and made a stop by the grocery stores after an appointment at the massage school I'd like to go to. 

Sometimes grocery shopping while on your bike can be hilarious. It is a challenge to try and only get what I can carry on my back and then the handle bars in dire situations. So as I was checking out at Natural Grocers, I was chatting away cheerfully with the clerk as I was trying to use my not-so-awesome Tetris skills to get the bulky produce and chicken into by pack. I said good-bye to the lady and off I was. But I only got into the driveway of the store when it struck me. "I didn't pay for my groceries!" I couldn't believe it. We had been just talking about her family that lived in St. George, Utah that we BOTH forgot to have me swipe my debit card. I quickly turned around and paid for my groceries. Luckily it was a slow morning and no one else was in line, so the items were still up on the screen. She was so surprised upon realizing what happened that she handed me an apple from her bag of apples she had just purchased for herself, as a token of appreciation for my honesty. It would have been so easy to not turn around and pay, but I could not have lived with myself if I had done that. It wasn't even an option in my mind. 

Upon returning home, I realized they charged me for asparagus, but I had bought broccoli. That's an $11.33 difference.
I chose to drive back and get my refund instead of biking :)

After that funny blip in my grocery adventure, I headed to Checkers to pick up a few other items. Although I kept to my shopping list, I barely fit everything into my backpack, and had to balance a bag on each handle bar.  Riding ~5 miles with 32 pounds on my back and 8.625 lbs of bananas, cabbage, and eggplant balancing on my handle bars was the most physically difficult task I have done in a very long time. Unless you're up for a crazy challenge, I do not recommend it. Especially on Lawrence roads, which are hilly and not smooth AT ALL. But I survived. It was fun. Maybe I'll take another nap this afternoon. Yes, that sounds wonderful. 

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