I was in the grocery store a couple days ago, and a woman was pushing a pram (a stroller, for those of you who don’t speak British). Her son (I assume) – about 5 or 6 years old was sitting in it and yelling over and over and over again, “Can I watch TV when we get home? Can I watch TV when we get home? Can I watch TV when we get home?”
He apparently knew what he was doing, because the poor woman finally snapped out a very loud and emphatic “YES.”
During this entire time, the checkout assistant was silently scanning item after item of processed food (cereal boxes, frozen meals, sodas, etc.) from the woman’s cart. Beep. Beep. Beep. Barcode after barcode after barcode.
Yes. I was literally about to go insane.
And yet I feel kinda sorry for the woman and the kid, because I really do wonder how much better behaved and less hyper that kid might be with a bit of proper food and nutrition. I’m not trying to judge, but I do wonder.
My adventure didn’t quite end there, though. As soon as the woman left, the assistant turned to my groceries, and I could tell that something changed in his eyes (I think, in retrospect, that it was fear).
I think he was terrified that my food had no barcodes. Just a bunch of thin, clear, plastic bags.
“What’s this?” The assistant turned and asked me as he fumbled for his code book.
It was basil.
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