Avert Your Eyes!!! I'm at the Grocers!!!
I was asked by the 'Power That Is' to hit the supermarket today to refill our foodly reserves. Armed with a list of goodies and corresponding coupons I was in and out in about 30 odd minutes; but not without making one interesting observation:
-People do NOT make eye contact with other shoppers whilst seeking their grub. Peepers are firmly set on the items they're perusing/squeezing or aimed straight down into the cart they are propelling before them. Whether this has something to do with a form of shame relating to their selections (like the fact that their cart is filled to bursting with Jerky Flavored Oleo or Uncle Ben's Frisky Biscuit Mix) I do not know. But they certainly ain't looking at anyone...unless it's the butcher when opting for a half a dozen pounds of ground hog jowls or the cashier when checking out* (That'll be $487.53, Mister Gumflapper.).
Not me.
I was looking at everyone (lazy eye and all)...and HOLY SHIT, people...would it hurt you to clean yourself up before going grocery shopping? If I see a greasy mitt stain on another eggplant I had intentions of bringing home for a lovely evening again it will not be too damn soon.
T
*Which should not be mistaken for CHECKING OUT the cashier in an ogling, lecherous manner; unless, of course, you find trolling for babes at the local market the Bee's Knees (Say, Honey...what time's yer shift over? Wanna come over and help me thaw out these giblets?).
I was asked by the 'Power That Is' to hit the supermarket today to refill our foodly reserves. Armed with a list of goodies and corresponding coupons I was in and out in about 30 odd minutes; but not without making one interesting observation:
-People do NOT make eye contact with other shoppers whilst seeking their grub. Peepers are firmly set on the items they're perusing/squeezing or aimed straight down into the cart they are propelling before them. Whether this has something to do with a form of shame relating to their selections (like the fact that their cart is filled to bursting with Jerky Flavored Oleo or Uncle Ben's Frisky Biscuit Mix) I do not know. But they certainly ain't looking at anyone...unless it's the butcher when opting for a half a dozen pounds of ground hog jowls or the cashier when checking out* (That'll be $487.53, Mister Gumflapper.).
Not me.
I was looking at everyone (lazy eye and all)...and HOLY SHIT, people...would it hurt you to clean yourself up before going grocery shopping? If I see a greasy mitt stain on another eggplant I had intentions of bringing home for a lovely evening again it will not be too damn soon.
T
*Which should not be mistaken for CHECKING OUT the cashier in an ogling, lecherous manner; unless, of course, you find trolling for babes at the local market the Bee's Knees (Say, Honey...what time's yer shift over? Wanna come over and help me thaw out these giblets?).
posted by Tony at 5:18 PM
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