This felt normal. I got to push around a cart. I could make casual eye contact with fellow shoppers and say things like “Hi,” or “Excuse me.” I could ask people who worked there what aisle the peanut butter was on and they’d just tell me!
Prices at The Modest Proposal probably cost about the same per capita, if not slightly more, but that wasn’t the point. The portion sizes were smaller; Little sized. Microwave T.V. dinners were only enough for one, no sharing required. Cuts of ham, chicken, and ground beef came in small enough portions where I didn’t have to rip open the packaging, cut them into smaller and more manageable chunks, repackage them into plastic bags and toss them in the freezer; they were already the perfect size. Even if I was paying more per unit, the convenience of every item not being a fourth of my body weight was worth it, to me.