It was a Friday night and the Hubby and I had decided to be spontaneous. We were long overdue for a date night. Why not slip out to the store and grab all the fixings for an amazing dinner for two? Perfection! He was in charge of the main meal, I was on dessert. We filled up our cart with all we needed and a few extras. I just can never run through a grocery store and stick to a list, not even on date night.
As the cashier was ding ding dinging our grocery store purchases through she bagged up the ice cream, chocolate cake, butter, garlic, fresh bread and then she came across our pair of lobsters. Her comment?
Wait for it.
“Awwee. Poor Lobsters. Sniff.“
Oh, my word. Do you want a moment to weep for the chicken breasts in the basket, or maybe shed a tear for the pound of bacon? The lobster in our cart, along with the toilet paper, tampons, Advil and vitamins, these are just things people buy.
Perhaps you should re-think your job choice. Or at the very least SHUSH!