No one warned us that adulthood meant spending roughly 35% of your life inside a grocery store. You think you’re just picking up bananas and oat milk, but somehow you’re there again two days later, staring into the fluorescent void, wondering how you ran out of eggs already. Grocery shopping becomes a weird, exhausting routine you can never quite master. Shop in bulk and your fridge becomes an overstuffed graveyard of rotting produce. Shop a little at a time and you’re doomed to five «quick trips» a week. There’s no winning.