"Judge not, lest ye be judged...or something like that"
Really? As I understand it, I'm getting judged anyway at the end, so if you don't mind, I'll just keep judgin'.
Bear with me...
If you've been paying attention, you know that this little blog focuses on Florida nature and rural life, just like the little masthead thingie says. However, you may have also noticed that occasionally, ...really not that often, I will go off on some nonnature, nonrural, nongardening, nonlookwhatbitmenow, nonstupidthingsIhavedone tangent. Today is one of those days. Today's topic is "Judging Other People". I know none of you do that, but I do and it's time to confess.
This may come as a surprise, but here in PureFlorida, we go to these places called "grocery stores" to buy our sustenance. I know, you probably picture FC as growing all of his own food and chasing down the rest like that Last Of The Mohicans guy...(nobody hunts deer by running through the forest by the way)...but I push a grocery cart like the rest of you. I usually go by myself as that keeps the "impulse buying" to a minimum.
It's grocery carts and what people put in them that I can't help judging. This is my confession.
MY NAME IS FC AND I AM A SHOPPING CART JUDGE.
Case #1: Her cart is blocking the cereal aisle and her three young, very overweight boys are filling in what slight gap existed between cart and shelves of sugary cereal. These guys aren't just chubby, they are dangerously overweight.
I try not to, but my eyes wander to the contents of her cart...and the judging begins. It's filled with prepared foods, frozen pizza, soda, cookies, and chips. To her credit, there's a bunch of bananas and a gallon of orange juice. She's very nice and apologizes as she moves the cart to the side, but it's too late...she's been judged.
Verdict: Guilty of buying the wrong stuff... I want to say, "Lady, look at your boys...you are setting them up for a lifetime of health problems." I don't of course, because it's none of my business.
Case #2: I'm behind a mom and daughter...both grown, but mom's probably late 30's, daughter's maybe 18. I am trying not to look at their grocery items and doing a pretty good job of staring at the candy rack, when their conversation draws me in. The daughter is complaining about some encounter in the aisles and she ends with the statement, "...so I told him, excuse me? EXCUSE YOU! I was already ticked off about spending $30 on a carton of cigarettes."
Okay, I'm in...I glance at the groceries they're putting on the checkout belt. Cigarettes, soda, beer, and a huge stack of microwaveable meals. They go on and on about the cost of cigs and everything else. There is not a fresh item in their cart...nothing that would take more prep than setting a timer and pushing a button.
Verdict: Guilty of stupid shopping. The cigs speak for themselves. Expensive self-destructive habit...and it stinks... quit now!(If you don't like that opinion, there are other blogs) For the cost of the mountain of microwave dinners, they could have bought a heck of a lot of fresh food. Food that would be better for them and cost less. Of course, they would have to have to turn on their real stove and learn to use a cutting board and knife.
Again, none of this is any of my business, but I can't help myself.
Case #3: This case is grocery related, but not a pure shopping cart case.I'm in the produce department with a long list of produce to find. Near the fruit, a mom and her little boy are shopping for apples. The little boy is bored. He sees a coconut, picks it up, and says, "Hey Mom, what is this?" She turns and snatches it from his hands, "Put that down! Don't touch anything! Let's go!"
Verdict: Guilty of missing the teachable moment. What if? What if she had said, " That's a coconut honey. Feel the fuzzy covering. Coconuts grow on palm trees." That takes about as much time to say as, "Put that down! Don't touch anything! Let's go!"
To be fair, she may be a great mom who was having a bad day, but grocery judging happens on the spot. From up here on the bench...she blew it.
Case # 4: Remember that "...lest ye be judged" part? I, the supreme grocery cart judge am loading my groceries onto the checkout belt. The older (than me!) lady cashier is pleasant and chatty. In line behind me is another lady waiting to load her cart. I don't know it yet, but I am being judged.
Cashier lady hits the total button and $156.89 pops up. I'm happy, it seems like a lot of good food for the money. The cashier thinks so too. "Wow, you are really a smart shopper, that's a good cart. I wish my husband could do that." I beam.
Then the lady behind me chimes in, "Oh, I was just thinking...look at all that healthy stuff he's buying (she didn't see the Oreo's) . I'm gonna take him home with me."
They chatter back and forth for a minute about the contents of my cart while I write the check.
Verdict: Well, based on the unbiased opinions of two judges, I think we can all agree that I am guilty of smart grocery shopping. Who am I to argue with the court's decision?
...It's my blog, you didn't think I was going to be guilty of stupid shopping did ya?