Damn the grocery store produce manager, I mean. This is serious. It’s all about them when it’s supposed to be about me.
Here’s how it goes down. I decide to eat healthy. I select a scrumptious recipe that has… <gulp!>… vegetables. (Remember, I said this was serious!) Anyway, I scan the internet for something appealing… I plan my meal… I write down the ingredients I need for said recipe… I pack the dog away so I can leave… I leave and head to the store… I turn around and go back home to get my list… I get back in the car after trying to get the dog to calm down after being hopefully excited that I’m home for good (to service him, of course, it’s all about the dog)… I drive to the store… I get annoyed at the parking… I grumble at the cluster-eff of people in my way… I make my way to the produce section.
I have arrived! Now time to ‘be healthy’.
I need a carrot to spruce up my dish, make it a little more colorful, add a few extra vitamins, ya know? Please note my specific working here. I need A carrot. One. I don’t eat carrots often. So what do I see? I see bags of sliced carrots, baby carrots, and 5-10 lb economy bags of whole carrots, the literal bag-o-carrots that even Bugs Bunny would be hard-pressed to consume. What happened to the loose carrots? Back in my day… get off my lawn!… there’d be a huge bin of loose carrots, allowing me to sift through them and pick the one perfect carrot for my needs.
It worked for me. It seemed to work well for everyone. I cannot recall ever hearing a complaint.
What was wrong with that set up?