You Won’t Believe What Happened at Taylor’s Market in Land Park

Taylor’s Market in Land Park is a gourmet grocery on Freeport.

My calendar routinely schedules such infrequent activities like a trip to Taylor’s Market in Land Park, because if I don’t squeeze an errand into my business day, it just doesn’t get done. Normal people can elect on a whim to stop at the grocery store to grab whatever, but not me. For one thing, I don’t grocery shop. That’s not my job. My job is to sell Sacramento real estate, and that’s my entire focus during the day. I don’t clean house, do laundry, wash my car, cook meals or grocery shop. You wonder how I sell so many homes every year? It’s because I don’t really have any domestic duties apart from feeding the cats at night; my husband takes the breakfast shift.

In fact, I am vaguely aware that plastic bags are going away or have vanished (see, I’m not even sure about that) and that grocery stores expect customers to bring their own bags. With my husband out of town this weekend, and my assistant driving down from Auburn for Girl’s Night, I was forced to go to the grocery store. My team member Barbara Dow was aghast. “You’re cooking!” she exclaimed. It’s not that I can’t cook and, in fact, I was once admired for my dinner parties, it’s just that I haven’t had to do it for 20 years.

I considered take-out from Bombay over on 21st in Midtown, because they deliver to Land Park. And it crossed my mind that I haven’t been to the Ethiopian Restaurant on Broadway for a long time, and when it’s overcast and rainy, there is nothing that brightens my day like spicy key wat on injera. There are many restaurants close to my house in Land Park. Nope, I will make steaks. We will toast with an aged Kistler cabernet. I love my assistant to pieces. She deserves the best; hence my trip to Taylor’s Market in Land Park. Not fighting the parking lot traffic at our newly opened Sacramento Natural Foods Co-Op.

The staff at Taylor’s Market in Land Park are always so friendly and helpful, beautiful produce, too. It’s a nice place to shop. Many gourmet selections. The butcher helped me choose a couple of filet mignons. I picked up asparagus, living baby lettuce, an avocado and large prawns for a salad. Sour cream for baked potatoes. A key lime pie. (I could make a pie myself, I want you to know, but that’s pushing it.) Then I realized I had no bag. Do I not care about the environment? Am I a schmuck? Wait, in my trunk, surely there is a MetroList bag used for carting lockboxes. That would work.

With great confidence that I knew what I was doing, I began to pack up the items in my MetroList bag after the groceries passed the cashier. The cashier was nice enough to help center the key lime pie on top. We chatted; I shared a Donald Trump joke, which is easy to do. I talk to everybody everywhere. I then adjusted the bag on my shoulder, grabbed the straps of my MetroList bag and headed for the door, saying thank you and stay dry on my way out. It was raining again.

Oh, wait.

I forgot to pay.

Duh. How could I do that? There are just too many things to think about nowadays when you’re grocery shopping, and I only have enough room in my brain for real estate-related matters. It’s more complicated than it should be. The cashier didn’t say anything to me. I think he would have let me walk out, get into my car and drive away.

You mean my retina wasn’t scanned when I entered Taylor’s Market and my credit card wasn’t automatically charged? Not yet, the cashier laughed. But that day is coming.