The other day I was standing at the checkout line at the supermarket, in line behind two other customers. As I waited my turn I scanned their carts, and I couldn’t help but imagine a bit about their lives based on their groceries. (This is one of my favorite time-killing ‘games’. Next time maybe I’ll whip out my camera and take pics.)
The girl in front of me had: about 10 strawberry Yoplait yogurts, a few Lean Cuisines, grapes, oranges, and three bags of potato chips. How hard is it to surmise that she’s a single, career-woman, who watches her weight and doesn’t cook all that often?
In front of her was a woman buying the following: mini-yogurts, cottage cheese, a package of ground beef, bell peppers, tomatoes, onions, organic 2% milk, and a ten-pack of string cheese. My guess? She’s a mom to at least one small kid and was making tacos this week.
Then I looked down at my own cart: baby carrots, hummus, raisins, cereal, three low-fat yogurts, a loaf of whole wheat bread, peanut butter, and a package of sliced turkey. Guess it’s easy to see that I don’t cook all that much either.
Since I know that a lot of people engage in this quick mental calculus (and certainly the cashiers must have an even more spot-on ability to intuit who people are by their weekly purchases), I am always a bit sheepish when I show up at the market at ten before midnight and plop something like a pint of ice cream or a box of brownie mix on the belt. Who me? About to inhale this pint of ice-cream while watching TV? About to stir up a batch of Betty Crocker and lick the bowl clean? Never! Hah!
Do you play this little game? Are you ever shy about what you put on the belt because you think someone’s watching?
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