Have you ever considered what your shopping cart says about you?
I was in the supermarket yesterday and struck up a conversation with the lady who was on the register. We got around to politics and discovered we were both LNP supporters. During this political exchange she picked up my bag of apples and was trying to identify them. I said, "they are Pink Ladies" to which she replied, "I wouldn't have expected anything else."
Now you could take the comment several ways. Perhaps she thought what a dill I was, buying Pinks when I could have purchased others as they were much, much cheaper. But Pinks are my favourites. She might have thought I was a snob. You know one those who wouldn't be caught dead buying a good old Iceberg lettuce or an ordinary tomato. As it happens I don't like Icebergs and I am fussy about my toms. Perhaps she was thinking she has a certain je ne sais quoi LMHO. Or, maybe she was just being nice.
I haven’t had a lot to laugh about recently and the exchange did bring a smile to my face. Funny how little things can that. It it reminded me of an executive off-site a few years ago. The discussion got around to the fascinating question,, “If you were a fruit, what would you be?” I suggested I was a pomegranate; complex and sunny with lots of different bits to my toolkit. Various suggestions were made in response. Then my boss suggested I was a pineapple. He described me as spiky but firm (on the outside) and sweet and sunny (in the inside). I rather liked that. I won’t repeat what some suggested about the top, other than to say a few have walked from my office with their knees clenched.
Back to my Pink Lady definition. I posted the story of my exchange on FB and my quick witted
nephew came back with , “Lucky you didn’t pick up Granny Smiths.” He wins.
