"Let Them Eat Chips!"

I'm standing in line at the grocery store. Unloaded my stuff, waiting patiently for my turn. From behind me I hear, "Jenna's Wedding Pictures! That's a pretty dress!" I know she's talking about the PEOPLE magazine in the rack at the end of the line, as I'd previously admired the display of magazines while waiting for the slowpoke in front of me to check out. Then I hear: "I'm sick of hearing about that family! I don't care about that family! I don't care about her father! When he makes the cost of gas go down then I'll care!" (and more similar, edumacated comments of the like) Must.Resist.Urge....to turn around and see if they are White Trash Morons. They sound like it! But one must not judge. Betting myself they have a cart full of crap food.....

Surreptitiously, I grab a glance at the contents of their cart: the entire bottom is stacked with case after case of soda. The cart itself is full of every conceivable kind of chip imagineable: it's a junk food addict's wet dream! Let's also add big jars of Miracle Whip, a couple loaves of white bread, some bologna, and a big jar of pickles. They must have a hungry family to feed, these curators of nutrition! As the clerk is scanning my items, I peek out the corner of my eye to see the wise philosphers. Now, I'm a big girl myself. So when I say these gals could easily scrape some extra gas mileage out of their vehicle by ditching some excess cargo, I'm not being catty. They could easily reap the rewards of some increased mileage by the amt of a whole third grader if they gave up eating the contents of their carts. The flipflops and pajama-looking ensembles really added to their credibility too. But I just smiled, knowing to suggest that even putting back ONE case of soda would more than cover the increased gas expense for a week, would unleash Ellie May and Jethrene upon me.

As I was putting items into my car, I saw the ladies putting items away in their big SUV, with all kinds of stuff hanging from the rearview mirror. (The back of the SUV was loaded with car seats; how many babies can two started-early moms produce, anyway?) Ah well. Since I now shop that store regularly, it's going to be a treat if they bring the whole family in, toddlers high on white bread and sugar, running around while moms are talking about so and so's cousin's girlfriend who gave her a dirty look and she's gonna whup her a%%. (Yes, ladies and gents, when I saw two grownups in place of what sounded like two girls in high school, it was a tad surprising.) I bet they were on the way to get beer before going home.....