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Feb. 1st, 2007 11:50 pmI try to be understanding in public. I really do.
Because I've been tied to the house lately, I haven't been out much. I mostly go out on grocery runs with Janet. Given my mom's current diet, this is quite an adventure in itself. As I've mentioned before, my mom is on a strict diabetic diet. Because of this, our trips to the grocery store result in an awful lot of label reading. We simply do not know everything off the top off our heads. Food companies love to hide things until you read the fine print, a fact I discovered back when I first had food allergy problems. For example, some veggie soups use a chicken broth base and that's a big no-no for me.
So, we're at No Frills and we're traveling up and down the aisles picking up groceries. At one point, we're in the soup aisle and there's a woman taking her time with her cart parked right in front of the soup shelf. So, being polite, we wait and chat a bit. Eventually, she moves, we grab our soup and move on. Everything's fine and good, right?
Eventually, we find ourselves in the cookie aisle. Believe it or no, one of the recommended foods in a diabetic diet is cookies! Yeah, I don't quite get it either and as you can imagine, cookie shopping is tricky business. The amount of sugar, fat and carbs varies a lot between brands. Take digestive cookies; the Dare version as twice the amount of sugar as the Peek Freans. Because of this problem, we have to spend a good amount of time label reading cookie boxes. We're in front of the shelf, but the cart is on the other side of the aisle.
Ah, the setup. Suddenly, who should arrive but our friend from the soup shelves. While we waited for her to do her business earlier, she instead bursts into this rant about how we're blocking the aisle and are wasting everyone's time by looking through the boxes of cookies and reading labels.
What the heck? I told her flat out "Look, we NEED to read these, but we'll move back." Which we did, but she was still super crabby and baffled that the food labels were so important. I respect the fact that some people don't need to to worry about what's in their food, but I'd like some darn politeness when asking someone to move out of the way. It's FASTER to ask "Could you please move" instead of going onto some discourse about wasting time. People are more polite on the Toronto transit system!
Did something happen over the past few weeks while I was doing housework?
Because I've been tied to the house lately, I haven't been out much. I mostly go out on grocery runs with Janet. Given my mom's current diet, this is quite an adventure in itself. As I've mentioned before, my mom is on a strict diabetic diet. Because of this, our trips to the grocery store result in an awful lot of label reading. We simply do not know everything off the top off our heads. Food companies love to hide things until you read the fine print, a fact I discovered back when I first had food allergy problems. For example, some veggie soups use a chicken broth base and that's a big no-no for me.
So, we're at No Frills and we're traveling up and down the aisles picking up groceries. At one point, we're in the soup aisle and there's a woman taking her time with her cart parked right in front of the soup shelf. So, being polite, we wait and chat a bit. Eventually, she moves, we grab our soup and move on. Everything's fine and good, right?
Eventually, we find ourselves in the cookie aisle. Believe it or no, one of the recommended foods in a diabetic diet is cookies! Yeah, I don't quite get it either and as you can imagine, cookie shopping is tricky business. The amount of sugar, fat and carbs varies a lot between brands. Take digestive cookies; the Dare version as twice the amount of sugar as the Peek Freans. Because of this problem, we have to spend a good amount of time label reading cookie boxes. We're in front of the shelf, but the cart is on the other side of the aisle.
Ah, the setup. Suddenly, who should arrive but our friend from the soup shelves. While we waited for her to do her business earlier, she instead bursts into this rant about how we're blocking the aisle and are wasting everyone's time by looking through the boxes of cookies and reading labels.
What the heck? I told her flat out "Look, we NEED to read these, but we'll move back." Which we did, but she was still super crabby and baffled that the food labels were so important. I respect the fact that some people don't need to to worry about what's in their food, but I'd like some darn politeness when asking someone to move out of the way. It's FASTER to ask "Could you please move" instead of going onto some discourse about wasting time. People are more polite on the Toronto transit system!
Did something happen over the past few weeks while I was doing housework?
