Where I live Sunday is a dead day. People (husbands and wives seem equally qualified somehow) just resort to a super creative workaround: shopping on Saturdays and any other evening when coming back from work. I do most of the shopping on Saturday and any “instant demand” evenings on my way home.

And I was kind of annoyed when I realized how Sunday works here but came to realize other people want their Sundays free and quiet just as I do. Most people who really need to buy whatever on a Sunday would be screaming the loudest if asked to work Sundays.