I read something this week about spontaneous conversations that happen in check-out lines. Mine happen in grocery stores. Sometimes shoe stores.
Sometimes I can’t stop myself from commenting when I see something interesting.
The cart in front of me always looks so much more appetizing than mine. Even if we both have a box of strawberries from the same area, the other ones look redder and sweeter.
Some people group their purchases artistically on the conveyor belt. Makes it look like a party. Strawberries and grapes paired with a nice cheese and some dip…yum! I can’t help but comment. Usually to ask if I can come for dinner. It always gets a smile (and a look to the cashier to hurry because there is a crazy lady here).
Yesterday I had a different experience. Our upscale grocery has wonderful homemade soups. I especially love their pumpkin bisque. They don’t carry it every day. I was picking up things so I checked for it.
It was my lucky day. As I got a container to fill I noticed an older guy. (Definitely older than me!) He already had eight 16 ounce containers full of soup (other varieties) and was still ladling.
I asked if he was stocking up for an apocalypse. At first I thought he didn’t hear me. Then he looked up and said “Sort of. I love this stuff and I’m stocking up for the week.” I relayed my love of the pumpkin bisque but he shook his head in disagreement.
“Not one I like but they started carrying a new soup and it’s wonderful.” I asked what it was. He said, “Baked potato soup.”
I’ve had that in bistros (that what they call the neighborhood bars these days) and I like it. I hadn’t seen it offered before. He said it was the best around.
Next time I look for soup, I’ll try that one. I love to get good tips on good eating! The guy left with 12 containers of several different kinds. I’d say he loves soup.