These days, I put off this task for as long as possible (until my husband is eating uncooked pasta for a snack.) I no longer enjoy the thrills of pushing a cart with squeaky wheels through my local supermarket--even IF they now provide antibacterial wipes at the entrance. I think part of the reason I liked food shopping so much in the past was because it was usually something DP and I did together. Now that he is working full time and me, well, barely working, this mundane responsibility has somehow fallen solely on me.
There are several reasons why this chore now haunts me. First of all, the neighborhood grocery store in my town is filled with people who, um, let's just say I'm hardly living in Manhattan. Yesterday, I saw a women who closely resembled this:
Now don't get me wrong. People can certainly wear their hair as they please. In this case, the bangs were a mere accessory to her paper thin white tank top with the Dairy Queen icon which cleverly read: "Drama Queen" instead of Dairy Queen. What genius thought of that play on words?
Now although I just admitted I won't judge someone based on appearance alone, I am for sure one of those people who will eye up the goods in your grocery cart. I am convinced you can tell a lot about a person based on the items inside one's cart. Drama Queen had the following items:
1. Wax Juice Bottles
You can sleep tonight knowing these are still being manufactured-and purchased, apparently.
2. Kool Aid
Ooooo Yeaaah!
3. Crispy Colors
The store-brand version of Fruity Pebbles. Enough said.
4. White Bread
People still eat this stuff?
5. An obscene amount of eggs.
Maybe she didn't realize they would go bad before next Easter?
Let this be a lesson to you, friends. You never know who is checking out your goods and making ridiculous assumptions about YOU based purely on your food selection!
No comments:
Post a Comment