Posted by: kerryannekay | October 16, 2014

Shopping for Fred and Lamont

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.

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  1. Oh, that is SO my grocery experience too! All the fresh, healthy organic stuff is for the gpigs!!! Hee.

    • And nothing for yourself? LOL. – KA

      • Potato chips, noodles, the cheap stuff. 😉

      • Sounds like me shopping for me. – KA

  2. Yeah, claim all the health to yourself, hehe! Veggies are nommy!
    The Pigs xx

    • What?! I love them too! – KA

  3. Mummy claims the same thing now. They are far less impressed when she says it’s for four hungry piggies!

    xxxx

  4. I must be lucky to have generous grinny pigs. When I buy a traffic light of peppers (the bags with a green, yellow and red one in it) they let me have the yellow pepper. They think yellow peppers are gross and they need their servant to be healthy too.
    I am also allowed to eat apple, because they don’t want a whole apple at once and when apples are cut they don’t stay fresh for long.
    I have great bosses!

    • My bosses let me do the apple thing also! I often wish for a different fruit at breakfast, but they insist it’s got to be an apple. 😉

      • Why not a banana? – KA

      • My bosses are really picky. The bananas have to be at a certain stage of ripeness – which seems to have a really narrow window – or else they’re summarily rejected.

      • Ha! I just tried bananas again with the boys. They had a few bites. It’s a start. – KA

    • Oh the boys don’t let me eat anything. You’re lucky. – KA


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