About a week or two ago, I checked out at Food City, and my clerk alerted me to the fact that the Asiago cheese that I purchased rang up at $10. No doubt she wanted to make sure that I knew how pricey my cheese was. The simple fact is that I have little awareness of how much my groceries cost. Another thing is that I know that I'm not going to find something ridiculously priced at Food City. I told her that it's okay, that I would still buy the cheese. Then she asked about it: Is it good? What does it taste like? It should be good for $10. Those kinds of comments. Then I mentioned that Subway offers an asiago cheese bread for their sandwiches. I guess that was to offer up something she could relate to. Then I felt like a snob. Who am I to try to figure out how someone can relate a food item to their life? This trip to the store for cheese turned into something else for me, an opportunity to think about things that I take for granted; like having $10 to spend on a luxury dairy product, or not having to worry about keeping to a strict food budget. I doubt my clerk was pointing fingers. She's just helpful. I'm sure she didn't want me to unknowingly spend my hard-earned cash. Like, a few months before when I bought these rubber hair-bands, she commented that she bought the same ones and that they broke every time that she used them. She's helpful. And, it turned out, correct. They did break every time that I used them.
Besides the asiago, I bought other cheeses. When I left the grocery store, I didn't grab all of my grocery bags; you know, being all eager to be alone with my cheese. I was in my car, putting the key in the ignition when the bagboy appeared over my left shoulder and said "You had the cheese?" Yes, I had the cheese. And, my Pistachio Pistachio was in the bag as well. The day was saved.
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