Watcha Got In There?

Do you ever look in someone’s grocery cart while waiting in the check-out line and try to figure out the owner’s traits based on the items he’s buying? The things we buy tell so much about us. I’m incredibly curious about people. I play the grocery game all the time. It feels a little sneaky, but I can’t help myself. Is the woman buying all those frozen dinners single? Why would an elderly man buy a trashy tabloid? Surely that young mother feeds her toddler something other than Spagettios?

I also look at my own cart and try to guess what it says about me. I’m sure it sends mixed messages. I’m a vegetable freak, but I can’t quite give up candy. Fellow shoppers are probably asking themselves, “Who buys cabbage and Milk Duds”? Or maybe they’re just wondering why I would buy cabbage.

Music choices are another telling item. A quick spin through my iPod would make anyone shake his head. AC/DC next to CeCe Winans? It seems a little wrong. I love music and collect quite a bit of it, but my choices are eclectic. I have a healthy dose of rock n roll, a little country, some gospel, a bit of reggae, a little hip hop and a LOT of Jimmy Buffett. Never any rap except that old Blondie song “Rapture”. I also like a lot of the new rock n roll and share music with my daughter. It’s a good way for us to bond. However, she was somewhat appalled at my dancing at the Matchbox Twenty concert we went to together a couple of years ago. I digress.

I rather like the fact that I send mixed messages about who I am. Keep ‘em guessing I say. I hope it’s hard for people to pigeonhole me into one particular category. I don’t want to be like everyone else. Take me like I am or leave me, but if you take me, realize that I’m pretty doggone nosey. Excuse me mam, is that Milk of Magnesia you have under that National Enquirer?