I like to grocery shop. My wife does not. There are a lot of reasons for this, primarily because I like to cook, I think, but I also find it relaxing. In contrast to the stereotypical white sale frenzy where everyone is fighting over that last matching pillow case, there are rarely any confrontational events. Unless you count that one struggle over the PERFECT mango at Dierbergs. Mangoes are really good, and hard to get good ones in St. Louis!
So yesterday, I found myself at a local grocers, picking up a few essential items for dinner. I was ready to go and was standing in a check-out, with my handy-dandy little basket sitting on the belt already. I was just minding my own business, like you are supposed to do, in the line when suddenly the lady in front of me STARTED GOING THROUGH MY HANDY-DANDY LITTLE BASKET!
My eyebrows shot up so fast, they nearly knocked my authentic 80's eye-wear RIGHT OFF MY FACE.
"Um, can I help you with something?" I asked in a perplexed, shocked, and slightly irritated way. I learned something about myself, as I stood there watching this scene. I learned that I don't like people going through MY HANDY-DANDY LITTLE BASKET! In fact, the more I thought about it, the LESS I liked it!
Indignantly, the lady replied, "I'm just seeing what you have in there. DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT!!!???"
Well, thanks to what I recently learned about myself, I knew exactly how to reply!
"YES!!!! I think I DO have a problem with that!"
She was a little taken aback, in spite of herself. Apparently a little hurt at this chastisement for fondling MY groceries, she replied (a little less indignantly, but not too much):
"Well, I was really just trying to see if your frozen stuff was still cold. We've been in line a while..."
As if that makes it all better. Some people's kids.