They say you can tell a lot about a person by what you find in their shopping cart at the grocery store. I know I often peek in the shopping carts of my neighboring shoppers while I’m wiling away my time in line, after the tabloid headlines have ceased to enlighten me.
Nowhere is this more entertaining than in the “10 Items or Less” lane. I grant you that two items in a person’s basket can hardly represent a personality. It’s a question of sample size. Nonetheless, I can’t help but wonder what sort of life the people in front of me lead where they were driven to the store at odd hours in a desperate need for a pineapple and a Snickers bar.
I’m not a very organized shopper myself. I frequently don’t decide what our family is having for dinner until 4 or 5 o’clock that afternoon. Thus, I end up at the store about once a day, usually in the afore-mentioned “10 Items or Less” lane.
What would people say about my basket, I wonder? On Saturday morning I was in line at the market at the bonny hour of 8:00 a.m. buying turkey sausage links and whipped cream. Umm-hmm. Late Saturday afternoon, after being home alone with my two-year-old for quite some time, I sent a text message to husband who was currently at Trader Joe’s.
“Vodka.”
After a few minutes consideration, I sent another.
“Lemons.”
Right.
Sunday afternoon, I was yet again in the market checkout line with two items. This time brie cheese and walnuts.
Let’s put that one on the record, shall we?