Seen while stocking-up on lunch supplies last Saturday:
- One seafood counter employee cleaning his workspace with a mean-looking hose. Floor is cement with a drain in the middle. Dream of a house made of cement with central drain. At the end of the day, hose down kids with dishes, counters and floors.
- $0.79 broccoli. Not newsworthy unless you noticed the $3.77 broccoli two days prior. Some say global food crisis. I say somebody was out to make a quick buck on broccoli, ended up having too much broccoli to sell.
- One lanky pre-pubescent boy with a t-shirt saying “Sugar Daddy.” Thanks but no thanks. Not today. Not ever.
- One grown 40-something woman with a “Grey’s Anatomy” cropped t-shirt. Klassy. Not that I haven’t been known to watch the show. But it’s terrible what two years of graduate studies in bioethics does to one’s appreciation of medical dramas.
- One Filipino nanny, grocery shopping with her young charge. On a Saturday afternoon. I comfort myself believing that the child’s parents probably work weekends. My experience with acquaintances employing immigrant live-in nannies tells me that this is not likely the case.
- Many “worst beach bodies” on display near the cash registers. Am reminded that I can easily forgo fame and fortune if it comes at the cost of seeing my cellulite splashed across North-American gossip rags. Am ashamed that the world I live in gives a market to that kind of news, thus telling my daughters that how they look in a bikini is actually relevant.
Your local grocery store: a never ending source of entertainment.by