Fear of Big Box Stores
For me a simple trip to buy groceries is a sensory ordeal. The entire process from beginning to end is one that I do not ever look forward to. From the drive to get there, to the actually experience of shopping pushes my emotions and senses to the extreme, not until I actually make it out does the hyper-sensory experience begin to fade. During this period all five of my senses will appear to me that their individual sensitivities have been increased exponentially.
It begins with trying to park somewhere that does not require a long distance hike to get to the entrance and back, and either not running over someone or being run over in the process. The experience is reminiscent of the 1970’s movie “Death Race 2000”, where points were scored for running down unwary pedestrians. Now that my blood pressure is sufficiently raised, I reach the door marked “Enter”, as I am entering the store, I am rudely pushed aside by people who obviously cannot read, and decide to exit through the door labeled in large white letters “Enter”. Once inside, I take a basket, and make my way in.
Upon entering the main part of the store, I notice the throngs of different people, patrons and employees alike, all in a seemingly unorganized, scattered and noisy congregation of classes, languages, colors and moods. While my eyes take in this sight, my nose detects a familiar scent, something fried and salty. I turn to see the McDonalds located in the store. The smell of fresh cooked French fries, assaults my nose, calling me to come in, sit down, enjoy a nice cold soda and consume some fries, smothered in ketchup. As this picture begins forming in my head, I realize that my frustration from the parking lot could be helped a lot by this small respite, yet my brain tells me to move on past. I must keep moving, for me there is a long way yet to go.
As I make my way past McDonalds, I am greeted by aisles and aisles of clothing on one...