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Ah yes, the sacred weekend grocery ritual—where everybody and their distant cousin decides it’s the perfect time to flock to the supermarket, fill their carts like it’s the apocalypse, and casually clog up every major road and parking lot in town.

Truly, what a magical time to be alive.

Now, don’t get me wrong. If you’re someone who lives for weekend traffic, queues that rival Disneyland, and the primal thrill of battling three other cars for the last parking spot—more power to you. But as for me? I’ve had my fill of that adrenaline rush. My younger self may have tolerated it. Heck, my commuting-to-the-office desk job self had no choice. But this older, wiser, traffic-weary version of me? He says, “No thanks.”

Lately, I’ve been dramatically sighing to my wife every time we brave the Saturday mall crowd or spend half our life waiting at traffic lights. “Why do we keep doing this to ourselves?” I ask, while silently reliving the trauma of office commutes past.

So, we changed the game.

We now do groceries at night. That’s right—we shop under the moonlight like grocery store ninjas.

It turns out the secret to inner peace and avoiding weekend-induced rage is just… going after 7 PM. Kanesue, our grocery haven of choice, is open until 9:30 PM. And get this—no traffic. No shouting toddlers. No sun melting your car into a mobile oven. Just cool air conditioning, calm aisles, and parking spots as far as the eye can see.

It’s almost suspicious. Are we… winning?

Even better, the shelves are still stocked, the staff doesn’t judge our awkward evening wanderings, and we don’t leave the store drenched in sweat and regret. In fact, we leave smiling. Imagine that. Smiling after grocery shopping.

So if you too are tired of playing Hunger Games: Parking Lot Edition, maybe it’s time to join the night shift shoppers. You don’t even need to wear armor or bring a shield.

Just don’t tell too many people. We like our secret grocery sanctuary quiet.