It’s time to make dog food again! Yippee! (Not). The mess in the kitchen, the mountain of dishes, the smells… not something I really look forward to, but hey, it’s for the kids, and they’re worth it!
With limited refrigerator/freezer space, preparations are a 2 day process. Yesterday was the meat phase. Today was the fruit/veggie phase. (Tomorrow is the mixing phase, not part of preparations).
After work, I went to the grocery store. At the time I was grabbing my cart, a couple was getting theirs.
The Produce Section is just inside the door.
As I was slowly making my way through the produce, I noticed the woman of the couple looking at me several times. I assumed it was due to my ‘after work’ appearance, today being a particularly grubby one, and didn’t pay her any mind. Instead, I continued to study the produce, thumping this, smelling that, and pinching a few of those, inching my way around the Department twice before making my selections.
I ran into the couple again in the canned vegetable aisle. As I was carefully reading the labels looking for specific out of season veggies, sans salt, I noticed again, the woman looking at me, this time, quizzically.
By the time we met the third time, in the frozen vegetable aisle, my cart was awash in fresh produce and several canned vegetables. Noticing the one canned veggie I had with salt, was available without it, frozen, I removed the offending cans, and started to make my way back the aisle to put them back . In doing so, I nearly ran smack into the woman. All I could think to say was “Frozen has no salt!” as I passed her. In retrospect, perhaps “excuse me” would have been a better statement.
Our final meeting place was at the check out line. I had just put my plethora of nature’s bounty on the conveyor when the couple arrived in line, directly behind me, the woman looking righteous, the man looking dejected.
Suddenly getting a serious case of grumbellies, I added a snack bag of potato chips to my purchases.
“Look, she’s getting chips!”, piped the man.
A little shocked that people I don’t know had apparently been talking about me, and clearly without thinking, I replied “Those are for me, the rest is for my dogs.”
The woman assumed a look of shock.
The man a visage of triumph.
The cashier broke out in rather loud laughter.
I lost what might have been my only chance to be a role model.