I hate shopping, particularly for groceries. It's just bullshit where I live. We don't have any cool mom & pop stores that have been around for 50 years in the same building. Around here, you can either go to the overpriced local chain marts they build on literally every corner amidst the box house neighborhoods. Or you can go to Walmart and mingle with the crying children and mountain people. With such shitty marketing choices, I've learned to navigate those aisles faster than anyone on Earth, literally grabbing products off the shelf and exiting to the parking lot in about the same amount of time it takes for most people to get dressed in the morning. I'm sure things would go different had I Emily Blunt to go shopping with me. She's probably like most women I've known, who like to take their time and really give thought to the items they procure as they satiate their gathering instincts. Normally that bugs the hell out of me, but the plus side with her is the privilege of following Emily around the store in her tights with her sweet cheeks perfectly emphasized. With that kind of incentive, I'd brave a store full of screaming brats and Boba Fett people all day long.
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