I'm pro-supermarket. I prefer my grocery shopping to not involve a scavenger hunt. Not to mention:
Mass production saves lives. Quite aside from my plans to mutter "in your FACE, Malthus!" next time I visit the local Coles, it's the reason why our recent floods are going to cause price hikes on bananas instead of widespread starvation in Queensland.
It's also the reason I get to do a job I like instead of being tied to subsistence farming.
There are plenty of severe problems associated with the enterprise. Still better than the alternative.
I have never worried about people judging my shopping cart contents. I never think of looking into someone else's cart, either, unless I am helping them get their stuff onto the conveyor belt.
People can be such Gladys Kravitzes!!
Actually, I think I've told this story before here, but someone did once comment on my purchases. I was in Studio City and was buying Grey Goose, condoms, one avocado, and some motor oil.
"You've got an interesting night ahead of you" was pretty quietly uttered behind me. By Teri Garr.
That is awesome, java!!!
I judge other people's grocery carts but not out loud! And I don't care if anyone judges mine.
Teri Garr can judge my purchases, anytime.
Great story! And I can live with non-negative comments.
Teri Garr gets a pass for being Teri Garr!
I do judge what other people buy, but silently. I would never say anything out loud to make someone uncomfortable. I don't know what kind of person that makes me.
Like when I was riding the bus for years, I once witnessed a girl who was very large having trouble balancing one butt cheek on the end of a forward facing seat. While I was silently being glad I wasn't that big, I realized that the sideways facing seat I was in would accomodate her better, so I offered to switch seats, for which she was very grateful and I was happy she was more comfortable.
