Friends,
I went to a supermarket yesterday to stock up on a couple things, like a loaf of bread and a package of giant tortillas. I also picked up a package of seasoned soy stuff to toss into a burrito and a box of unsweetened almond milk, which is nice in a bowl of cereal, but not much else that I’m aware of.
The light was on above an empty checkstand, but an impossibly thin girl in her 20s with a blotchy grayish-greenish-brownish complexion wearing a sweater (108° outside, btw) shuffled into position to run the register. Then, in an apparent rush to get through her lines, she spoke:
hello how are you doing today thank you for shopping at [market] did you find everything you were looking for?
“Um, sure. I think I found everything okay. How are you today?”
i’m fine thanks for asking.
She then started noticing, about halfway through scanning my items, exactly what she was scanning…
oh you don’t eat meat? seriously? i like meat. i like it a lot. like steaks. like a rib eye steak. they’re really good.
“No,” I replied. “I don’t eat meat.”
not at all? because meat’s really good. i like it.
“Nope. Not at all. Well anyway, I hope you have a good day.”
do you have a [market] club card?
We all play our parts.
– bob