The classic version of this is a usually a child speaking uncomfortable truths/facts to adults. A slight variation here that is baffling on one level, but pretty hilarious on another. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing.
Being on a new diet, my trips to the world's largest retailer are now mercifully, and delightfully, short. If you have an immediate need, there are just some things you can only get there, or you can give money to another fortune 500, twenty minutes away.
After locating the few items needed, I headed over to the gluten free section to check it out, having intended, but forgotten (thank you brain fog), to do so several times prior.
Entering the aisle at the same time were mom, older sister with a friend, and younger sister. Discussion revealed they were selecting breakfast items for the next day, after a sleepover that evening. A portion of the regular cereals, snack bars, high-fructose heaven in short, were located across from the gluten free area, which has special yellow flags and red lettering to denote it.
I was surprised to find some things I had already purchased elsewhere, along with other items I had not seen anywhere. Of course, gluten free is just the start, and we've got to investigate the sugar/sweeteners, that soy and other nasties weren't snuck in, etc., so I went into ingredient scan mode for several minutes.
Evidently, this scanning, or maybe just food without neon colored bits, piqued the interest of the youngest, who came over to check out the gluten free cereals a few feet down from me, placed approximately at her eye level. She did not pick up any boxes, but cautiously leaned over and peered with arms behind back, much the way many look at snakes or insects at the zoo.
After a minute, older sister noticed, crossed the aisle and placed her hands on younger sister's shoulders, spinning her around facing back towards the "good stuff." As she did so, she looked at me with a nervous smile, as if embarrassed by the episode, and admonished little sister, in that big sister way, "This is gluten free. YOU...ARE...GLUTEN."
Being on a new diet, my trips to the world's largest retailer are now mercifully, and delightfully, short. If you have an immediate need, there are just some things you can only get there, or you can give money to another fortune 500, twenty minutes away.
After locating the few items needed, I headed over to the gluten free section to check it out, having intended, but forgotten (thank you brain fog), to do so several times prior.
Entering the aisle at the same time were mom, older sister with a friend, and younger sister. Discussion revealed they were selecting breakfast items for the next day, after a sleepover that evening. A portion of the regular cereals, snack bars, high-fructose heaven in short, were located across from the gluten free area, which has special yellow flags and red lettering to denote it.
I was surprised to find some things I had already purchased elsewhere, along with other items I had not seen anywhere. Of course, gluten free is just the start, and we've got to investigate the sugar/sweeteners, that soy and other nasties weren't snuck in, etc., so I went into ingredient scan mode for several minutes.
Evidently, this scanning, or maybe just food without neon colored bits, piqued the interest of the youngest, who came over to check out the gluten free cereals a few feet down from me, placed approximately at her eye level. She did not pick up any boxes, but cautiously leaned over and peered with arms behind back, much the way many look at snakes or insects at the zoo.
After a minute, older sister noticed, crossed the aisle and placed her hands on younger sister's shoulders, spinning her around facing back towards the "good stuff." As she did so, she looked at me with a nervous smile, as if embarrassed by the episode, and admonished little sister, in that big sister way, "This is gluten free. YOU...ARE...GLUTEN."
