In Her Shell
Sunday, September 02, 2007
When you put your items on the conveyor belt at the grocery store checkout, do you look over what you've chosen and try to see what it says about you? And do you analyze the person in front of you by looking at their food? And then judge them?
I never look at what I have. But I make snap judgements on everyone else.
I am always afraid of what the checkout teenager is thinking about me as a result of my purchases...what does that say about me?
Totally. Especially the judging part.
never. i never judge people. ever.
Everyone, thank you for making me feel less alone, as always. HB, you are a liar.
I always try to follow the whole "Judge not, lest ye be judged" rule, but, judging by my typical grocery contents, I deserve to be judged. It's convenient because then I feel no guilt in judging everyone else in line. It's kinda a win-win.
I'm with Grant on this one.

Oh, no .............
All the time.
Both. I freak if there are too many snack items. Makes me feel like a bad parent. But my kids' grateful grovelling when I get home makes up for it. C'mon, Cheetos are really good once in awhile!
I usually try to figure out a good recipe based on what I see in other people's groceries. But most people buy complete crap and there's nothing good you could make out of any of it. So I just sneer (inwardly) and gloat (invisibly, I hope) about how much better my choices were.

Not that I would judge. More than once per visit, anyway.
I am so relieved.
I think this part of the appeal of the self-checkout. It is just me and the machine, at least I don't have to face down the checkout clerk's unstated, but obvious, disdain for my hoo-ha.

Of course, they are tracking me with damn frequent shopper card, recording my purchases, waiting for the day when they can post my last two years of shopping history on their website for all to see and use.

Or is that just a paranoid fantasy?
yeah, i do this all the time. but isn't "judge" too harsh a word for it? i like to think of myself as a freelance consumer behavior research consultant.
I always see what other people have at the grocery line, and make up narratives about their lives. But I attach no judgement to that, it's just observation. I don't care about what's in my grocery cart.

On the other hand, I'm glad we have new recycling cans instead of the old bins, because I used to live in horrible dread of being judged by the amount and quality of empties in my recycling.
ohmigod, bubs! I'm so glad someone else said that. my husband always seems to drink like eight beers in the two days before recycling goes out and i am convinced our neighbors think we're alcoholics or something! And he drinks Miller Lite...
Anonymous: Why were you showing clerks your hoo-ha?

minijonb: Thanks for the input. I like the redesign of my snobbery.

bubs: I love making up stories about other people! Especially the ones who seem to be hard-core alcoholics.

You listening, JAG?
I like to look at what other people are buying, and then I can make sweeping judgements about them and their lives. But I don't care if people use my groceries to judge me because I'm awesome and impervious to criticism.
You sound just like me!
This is pathetic:

My first job was at a grocery store and they made us watch videos about how to properly bag groceries. I now unload my cart by order of the items (produce together, diary, boxed items, canned goods, cleaners, etc) and I get really irate when the bagger then screws it up and/or doesn't appreciate my OCD tendencies.

As a teenage cashier, one of my favorite customers ever came in at 8:00 a.m. when the store opened, bought a handful of frozen pizzas, some beer and condoms. He was my hero, forever. I did not judge; I just stood in awe.
I do the same thing! But mostly because I want the ease of putting things away later.

I am kind of surprised that this post has generated my most comments ever.
All the time, my husband works in the food service industry in marketing. I'm analyzing though, not judging.

There is a documentary called People Like Us that observes class distinctions in the US with a lengthy portion devoted to white or wheat bread and how your preference can define your class/income.

Interesting stuff.
Thanks for the tip, and for stopping by! :)
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