Grocery store tales, part 28:
As I was perusing the aisles of my local Whole Foods, trying to find a spice I need for the dinner I'm making tonight, I was approached by someone I'll call Scrawny. Scrawny apparently had scanned the contents of my shopping cart and found something not to his liking:
Scrawny: You really shouldn't drink that brand of soy milk.
Me: *Blank stare*
Scrawny: They're having labor problems. They're treating their workers like total shit.
Me: *Looking at his Chuck Taylors, which are probably stitched by 8-year-olds in Indonesia* Oh well.
Scrawny: Dude, don't you care?
Me: Right now, no, I don't.
Scrawny: Man.
Some kind of weird grocery karma demands that every trip I make involves an encounter with some kind of idiot. Sigh.