As luck would have it, I live in one of the test markets for the Internet grocery-store service Peapod . A day or two later, burly men deliver these goods to my door. I love the idea of online grocery shopping because I hate actual grocery shopping. I won't lose sleep over not squeezing the fruit, or checking to see if the dead fish's eyes are clear. Still, I do have a few minor issues with the Peapod service.
Chief bitch is the process of ordering foods by name.
Peapod has this weirdly schoolmarmish insistence on proper spelling. It doesn't care if you're in a hurry or can't spell. Unlike a spell-checker, the search engine won't return a list of nearest misses. Even more troublesome are all those gimmicky brand names. As a result, my diet has shifted heavily to the single-syllable food group.