“I’m all lost in the supermarket,
I can no longer shop happily,
I came in here for that special offer,
A guaranteed personality…”
Lost In The Supermarket
Hell has indeed frozen over.
Lebron James returned to Cleveland, Tommy Ramone died…and I found myself standing in a “Whole Foods” outlet.
Yes, my friends, hell has frozen over.
Whole Foods is this place where you go when you want to pay expensive prices for food that tastes rather bland. That’s not a knock on the store. I think the tragedy at play here is that I was actually in it without really needing to be.
Given a choice between a Big Mac and some Arthur Treacher’s fried fish and chips (with hushpuppies), I would enthusiastically take them both and think it absolutely normal to do so.
Let’s face it. I was in there under duress, OK? There. I said it. Someone made me go there with them.
Here’s the thing I want to underscore here. What you have in there are millennial hippies. They work there. They are patrons of the place. Some of the guys that work there have that Amish beard thing goin’ on. They wear the color tan. Do you know what I’m talking about? Sometimes they wear polo shirts with striped colors,….but the strange thing about that? The colors of the stripes seem amazingly dull. They have pierced ears and semi long hair. They no doubt ride their vintage Schwinn’s to work when the weather is conducive to it.
My question is simply this:
Is this what the millennial hippies of 2014 aspire to in their walk of life? To sell and buy over-priced bland food?
If it is, that’s not necessarily a bad goal to to have. I am totally down if they are happy at their vocation. I really am. Not too many people find the work that they want to do these days. (If they can find work at all)
The thing is, they looked happy. Probably more happy than I look at my job. So, in essence, I was a bit jealous of them.
That’s alright. I don’t eat healthy as a habit. Being a Teamster, eating healthy is somewhat akin to a cat taking a bath. I would rather die than do it and you will get the same ear-splitting histrionics out of me as you would a cat with an impending water bath. Ugliness afoot all around.
It was just a dashed odd observation, that’s all.
They had everything there however. I’ll give them that. They even had,…what is it?….organic beer there?
It was then that I felt as if I was in a museum. I looked in awe, studied it and knew it was well out of my price range,…so I better not touch it. But it sure was interesting to look at,….knowing I could never have it….by choice and by pocketbook.
It was an odd day, to say the least.
Right before we went in there, we had just dined at a place that served us something called a “crab-stack” and “Creme cilantro chicken with red-skinned potatoes with roasted corn and cheese”.
There’s the old adage: “Don’t go shopping hungry. You spend less if you eat first.”
This is the one exception to the rule. Even if I was hungry, I wouldn’t have bought anything in the place.
My other half, however,….did.
With extreme predjudice.