Walmart is an interesting place. There
are people who will smile back at you when you smile at them, and
there are people who won't. We all come together in this one place to
purchase almost anything we could want or need, and we all respond to
that opportunity differently. Sometimes we get stressed about how
many other people are doing the exact thing we are: just shopping and
minding their own business. I often catch myself hypocritically
feeling like I have a right to be the only one in the store. “WHY
DOES EVERYBODY ALWAYS HAVE TO SHOP AT THE SAME TIME I COME?”
*Ahem.* Please excuse my outburst(s).
My grandma likes to tell me about how
she enjoys psychoanalyzing people according to the contents of their
carts. She invents stories about what kind of people they are because
they have healthy/unhealthy food in their carts. Well, as much as I
may judge people in my head, I try not to be too harsh because I know
my cart must be giving healthy people a laugh heartier than their
oatmeal. And I always try to keep my judgments to myself.
This is a lesson I learned while
shopping at thrift stores with my sisters. No matter how ridiculous
the item you are mocking, there WILL be someone who comes up right
after hearing your “Who would
buy this?” who will
pick it up and buy it. Always. So, I try to discreetly whisper about
how silly certain items are, instead of broadcasting it to
the entire store. And though the local DI's sales have dramatically
decreased, my embarrassment has followed suit. I consider this to be
a win.
Unfortunately, a lady in the yogurt
aisle today had not learned this lesson. I was minding my own
business and making my way toward the cheap, store-brand yogurts that
are, I know, less nutritious (but also much cheaper) than name brand
yogurts that are all-natural with great probiotics and such. As I
approached, I listened as a woman loudly explain to her children that
she would be buying GREEK yogurt, and that they could have some. Her
children evidently didn't want Greek yogurt because they continued to
pester her to have a different type of yogurt: “But moooom, look,
strawberry banana!” To which she replied even louder than before:
“NO. Those yogurts are full of sugar and artificial colors!”
So, I paused for a second and tried to
decide what to do since I was heading right for some colored sugar
myself. Should I grab a more healthy yogurt? Just because some
stranger lady was berating her children in the dairy section? No. I'm
better than that. I would have my cheap, inferior yogurt.
I toyed with the idea of walking past
and circling around again after the yogurt aisle was deserted, but
decided that was taking the easy way out. Not to mention it would be utterly ridiculous! I don't know why I found it so
intimidating to just walk up and get my darn yogurt while a woman
argued with her children about the nutritional downfall of normal
yogurts, but I did. For just a second. I mean, it's not like she made
an example out of me after I left by telling her kids “See, what
happens to you if you consume sugar and coloring? You'll be like that
girl!” If anything, she probably just judged me quietly, like my
grandma would. I mean, what kind of person comes home from Walmart
and obsesses with people they saw in the yogurt aisle . . . ?
And thus the hypocrisy continues.
I wonder what your grandmother would say about me after seeing my cart full of lean turkey meat, tortilla chips, and gourmet cheese (and a toffee covered chocolate candy bar).
ReplyDeleteProbably that you are kindred spirits. :)
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ReplyDeleteVague questions there, but maybe I can answer them by saying 1. This isn't my best work and 2. This was just one of those days.
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