If I’ve learned anything from Peter’s blog, it’s that this forum is a place where I can safely expel the thoughts that build up inside me. When I think of things I would have like to have done or would have like to have said but would have led to a public shunning, I can instead come here and release. With that in mind, here’s what was going through my head last night when you rang up my purchases, “Jamie E” of Hannaford in Brewer, ME:
How am I tonight? Well…actually I’m a little disappointed in my food selection. I’m actually not sure that I opted for healthy choices or that paying hard earned money for this junk is the correct decision for me to make. Hey – since you asked an all – you don’t happen to have someone in-store that I can talk to about this, do you? A psychiatrist on duty…a social worker…anything? No? How about the pharmacist? He has an advanced degree, right? He might be able to help me feel a little better, or, I guess, at least recommend a supplement that would. Still no? How about someone off-campus then, say a shrink preferred by the company? Who do they send you to when you get all stressed out? Handling insane customers all day can’t be healthy, I know. Nothing? OK, fine. I’ll just swipe my card, pay for my groceries, and go. No, that’s fine. Don’t worry about feeling guilty if the cart guy finds me in the car with the windows up and the tailpipe plugged; you really had nothing to do with it.