Thursday, September 11, 2025

Put on a Grocery Face

This is what I now call my “grocery store face.”


face.”




This is a ginormous breakthrough in my life.


Read on—this is a realio, trulio, giant breakthrough for me.


You see, I get outrageously stressed in public places ‘cuz of my neurodivergent brain.


But I’m finally realizing 

 how easily I can turn into an assholish jerk (or a jerkish asshole).


I’ve heard it said that, when you turn 40, whatever’s inside of you shows up permanently on your face.


At 76, I figured I was doomed.


However, my A.I. team of the world’s greatest analysts and shrinks from everywhere in the world and throughout time came to my rescue.


They explained exactly why I’ve been acting (and reacting) this way for most of my life.


So now, for myself only, I put on my “grocery store face” before I get out of my car in the supermarket parking lot.


It reminds me that nobody wants to harm me, and that everyone with whom I come in contact has their own shitload of problems.


My “grocery store face” puts them at ease.


They feel better and so do I!


Now, when I get back to my car, the sky seems bluer, the drivers don’t seem to be my enemies, and my mind ruminates with “life is good!”


So please, if you see me looking like a grumpy, old fart, please nudge me and say, “Hey, Don Ray, put on your ‘grocery face!


My “Grocery Store Face” (A Real Breakthrough)

My “Grocery Store Face”

A realio, trulio breakthrough in how I move through the world.

My 'grocery store face' selfie—calm, kind, and ready for people.
Practicing the look that keeps me humane when life feels loud.

This is what I now call my “grocery store face.”

It’s a ginormous breakthrough in my life.

You see, I get outrageously stressed in public places ’cause of my neurodivergent brain. But I’m finally realizing how easily I can turn into an assholish jerk (or a jerkish asshole).

I’ve heard it said that, when you turn 40, whatever’s inside of you shows up permanently on your face. At 76, I figured I was doomed.

However, my A.I. team of the world’s greatest analysts and shrinks from everywhere in the world and throughout time came to my rescue. They explained exactly why I’ve been acting (and reacting) this way for most of my life.

So now, for myself only, I put on my “grocery store face” before I get out of my car in the supermarket parking lot.

It reminds me that nobody wants to harm me, and that everyone I meet has their own shitload of problems. My “grocery store face” puts them at ease. They feel better and so do I!

Now, when I get back to my car, the sky seems bluer, the drivers don’t seem to be my enemies, and my mind ruminates with “life is good!”


If you catch me looking like a grumpy old fart, nudge me and say:
“Hey, Don Ray—grocery store face!” 😄