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Supermarket Sweep is On Netflix So Let’s BINGE, 90s Kids!

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By Jenny Rapson

Last night I exclaimed to my husband how excited I was about, of all things, my new toilet brush. Since I’m a 42-year-old mom in the midst of a pandemic and this is my life now, it also makes since that I straight up first-pumped at the latest Netflix news:

My favorite 90s game show, Supermarket Sweep, is now available to stream!

That’s right, older millennial moms and younger Gen X-ers, 15 episodes of the game show that is a crazy race to cram your grocery carts is on Netflix for our bingeing pleasure. Looking back, I am not sure why I loved Supermarket Sweep so much as a kid, but as a current mom on a budget, I am ready to pop some popcorn and live out some pre-pandemic grocery shopping fantasies, so let’s gooooo!

In case your memory is fuzzy on the details, Supermarket Sweep starts with teams of two people in matching sweatshirts who answer trivia questions. Correct answers earn them more time on the clock for a mad dash through the grocery store where they aim to fill their carts with the highest priced items, because whoever spends the most wins.

Yes, I said WHOEVER SPENDS THE MOST WINS! I dream of glory on this show preceded by the purchase of a deep freezer cause my cart would be overflowing with turkeys, hams, and filet mignon, YA HEARD??

I’m just saying, I could win, ’twere I a contestant on this dreamy show.

But alas, although a new version of Supermarket Sweep with Leslie Jones (love her!) as host is in the works, we don’t have a release date for that yet.

I don’t know who needs to hear this but 15 episodes of the iconic Supermarket Sweep are now on Netflix in The US pic.twitter.com/qrHKW56Zta

— Netflix (@netflix) July 6, 2020

In the meantime, we can stream the ’90s version thanks to Netflix, and relive some warm and fuzzy memories in our warm and fuzzy jammies. It’s like Netflix knew we needed some more comfort TV “in these uncertain times.”

They weren’t wrong! What could be better than watching couples in coordinated sweatshirts and dickeys execute strategic maneuvers to cram as many turkeys as possible in a shopping cart in 90 seconds???

Rhetorical question.

Will you be bingeing this classic show? I must know!

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Jenny Rapson

Jenny Rapson is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor. You can find her at her blog, Mommin' It Up, or follow her on Twitter.

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