The weirdest things happen in WalMart. Remember this? Today...another example...
I had been standing in line for quite sometime...of course I was. It was Saturday afternoon at WalMart. I finally get to the front...all my groceries loaded on the conveyor belt...and the girl behind me says, "Can I tell you something?"
I give her a quick look over. She's about my age, wearing a T-shirt from a Bare Naked Ladies concert. I liked them back in the day (probably still do). OK, she looked cool enough. What could she possibly have to tell me? I was having a really good hair day. I bet that's it. She wanted to tell me I look like a rock star or something. I say, "Yeah. Sure. Go ahead."
Eagerly awaiting my compliment, I hear this instead, "You really shouldn't buy white bread." What, what? Come again? Did you just tell me I shouldn't buy white bread? I should've told her I was planning to smother it with fatty peanut butter and sugar-filled jelly and feed it to my kids. She went on to explain to me all the scientific reasons why wheat bread is better for you than white bread. What did she expect me to say...Oh really? I've never heard that before. You can have my place in line while I take all my stuff off the conveyor belt and switch out this white bread for wheat and stand in a 40 minute line again. Really?
I calmly told her that I eat whole wheat, but my kids just really prefer white. (Parker is really particular about textures and colors and things...I'm just happy he'll eat something.) She wouldn't drop it. She was seriously attacking me for my choice of bread. I thought it was so bizarre. Why in the world was she so personally affected by my groceries? And of all the things in my cart, why the white bread? She didn't mention the Dino-Nuggets, the fruit snacks, the lemonade, or the bags of tortilla chips for our Cinco de Mayo celebration? None of that was healthy either. Apparently she's on a mission to save the world from white bread.
It was time for me to pay and she hadn't dropped it yet. I finally said, "We all do things we shouldn't sometimes." I paid for my loot and left. As I was walking away, I hear her ask the checker to double bag her stuff. I wanted to go back and tell her she really shouldn't use extra plastic bags...and explain to her why they're not good for the environment. But even with her double bags, I still used more than she did.
As if this story needs to get better...I always carry my groceries in and set the bags on my kitchen floor as I put them away. I was telling Spencer about my eventful checkout without paying attention to my dog. He had his nose in a grocery bag and had torn in to none other than the white bread.