We’ve also managed to visit Grandma and Grandpa twice, entertain eight year old cousin Ethan for a week, and to hit the pool and beach a number of times.
With all this running around, my grocery store routine has been severely altered. Like some of you, I usually make the two hundred dollar trip (give or take) when the fridge and the pantry begin its descent to vacancy, but the trip didn’t happen during the past two weeks. Instead, I have been dropping in and out of the very convenient grocery store at the edge of my subdivision to get the needs of the current and next day.
On one of my trips, a General Mills person is displaying samples of Fiber One Bars. I don’t know what the official job title is, but you’ve seen them; they go to different grocery stores to check on the shelf placement of their product and to set up promotion tables. Ms. General Mills is trying to do her job when one of the grocery store’s employees tell her to move a cardboard box out of the way - in a demanding tone. She gets flustered, then turns around to see me eyeing her Fiber One Bars. I’m a perfect target. She gets to vent while seducing me with the goods.
“How rude of him!” she says.
“Here, take one of these.”
“How can I set up without an area to unpack!”
“Have you tried the strawberry? Here,” as she passes me the third bar.
“It’s not even in the way of the customers!”
“This is a new flavor. It tastes a little like coffee. Here!”
Realizing I’m on a roll with these breakfast bars, I say, “I like the chocolate flavor.”
She tears open the oats and chocolate flavored box, and hands me another.
“People can’t even do their jobs without being harassed! You work, don't you?”
Hmmmm….I’m standing here ogling the Fiber One Bars, in my shorts, T-shirt, and flip flops. My tired and hungry kids are waiting for me in the car, probably wondering why it’s taking Mommy fifteen minutes to buy some tomatoes and flatbread.
Do I burst her bubble by telling Ms. General Mills that I’m a stay-at-home mom, and reciting the stay-at-home mom motto: “Yes, I DO work and it’s a hard job!” Do I take the risk of seeing her disappointed look when she realizes that I can’t relate to having to deal with arrogant people everyday? Or, maybe I would have gotten the patronizing pat on the back, and, “Yes, you do! Your job is harder than mine!” (And that’s okay. I don’t mind hearing that.)
I took the high road (I think), and simply said, “Yes.”
She was grateful for being able to talk to me, and I appreciated her friendliness and generosity.
As I was inching away from her, she handed me several pages of coupons, with an expiration date of 12/29/09. I’ve hit the jackpot.
“Here Ma’am (or was it Darlin’?). The bars are on sale now, and if you use the coupon, you’re only paying about one third of the price.”
She was right. I dashed over to the cereal isle and bought a few boxes.
When I got back to the car, Hayley whined, “I’m hungry. What took you so long?”
I reached into my purse and pulled out one of my seven Fiber One Bars and said, “Here, take one of these.”
Are you a stay-at-home mom? Do you have a standard answer to, “What kind of work do you do?"