I dragged myself to the grocery store after work yesterday. I like to cook, but general grocery store shopping is something I loathe. Shopping at a fancy store for a special meal is entirely different than making sure I buy a bag of onions and a refill for the window cleaner spray bottle. By the way, the generic window cleaner stuff was half the price of Windex and they sat right next to each other on the shelf. Hi, I’ll spend that $2 on something else.
I got in the check-out line and I was behind a guy in his late twenties. He is the microwave king. He had about 8 3-minute pizzas, several bags of that frozen meal in a bag stir-fry stuff, a large bag of cereal, a dozen of those little servings of ravioli, a big bottle of wine, a jug of OJ and a jug of milk. Oh, and Lunchables. He’s probably a barrel of laughs at work if he’s bringing Lunchables to the office. Yes, I was being judgmental in the check-out line. Hard to believe, I know.