With Fred and Lamont, I find myself going to the grocery store at least twice a week. The employees at the local grocery store mostly know me and know that I have two hungry guinea pigs. However, I do run across some employees at the checkout who don’t know about the boys. Today was one of those days…
After I was done picking out all of the fresh veggies, lettuces, and fruits for the boys, I proceeded to the checkout line that was open. A new girl greeted me as I laid my selection on the belt. “Hello,” she said and smiled, “I see you brought your own bags…Thank you.”
“Hey,” I said handing her my bags, “Yeah, just put the cold stuff in the cold bag.”
“Wow,” she remarked, “You sure are a healthy eater.” She said between key strokes, weighing, and beeps.
“Well,” I said looking at the floor, “It’s not for me…”
“Oh,” she said still working, “Making dinner for someone?”
“No,” I said without adding anything.
“You brining stuff to your parents’ house?” she asked stopping her scanning.
“No,” I said.
“Well,” she said stopping and putting both of her hands on her hips, “You’re not going to just throw it out… Are you?”
“Oh, no,” I said and admitted, “It’s all for my guinea pigs…”
“Oh,” she said and looked around, “All of it?”
“Yeah,” I sighed, “Fred and Lamont, my guinea pigs are big eaters.”
“Well,” she said grabbing the spring mix, “At least you can enjoy a nice salad with them.”
“Nope,” I sighed, “that’s for them too…”
“Did you get anything for yourself?” she asked. We both looked down the convey belt to see the bag of potato chips at the end. I looked up and gave her a sheepish grin.
As the bag moved down the conveyer I said, “Those are for me…”
She picked up the bag and held it for inspection, “50 grams of saturated fat per serving, huh…”
“Well, ok,” I said and grabbed the bag back from her. “Perhaps, just perhaps, I don’t need them…” The cashier shook her head no. “Fine,” I sighed, “I’ll have a salad with the boys…”
The cashier smiled at me. I finished my transaction and we said our goodbyes.
As I was walking out of the store I saw another teacher. She saw my bags full of healthy good and exclaimed, “Wow, you are a good eater.”
The checkout incident came to mind. “Yes,” I agreed, “Yes I am…” I walked out of the store giggling to myself.
Sometimes it’s better to keep your mouth shut and leave the guinea pigs out of it.