Is it just me or are there just too many choices at the grocery store nowadays?
I was shopping just this past weekend and it occurred to me that I'd spent five minutes trying to pick out a single carton of orange juice.
When I was a kid (way back in 1872), there were two choices: Extra Pulpy (you didn't drink it, you ate it with a fork), and less pulpy (it could at a stretch be characterized generally speaking as a liquid). I've never like pulp, but I like staring blankly at an aisle of cartons for five minutes less. I like to be decisive which is rather difficult when there is a 10 foot stretch of freezer dedicated to about a dozen variations of one product from several different producers. And don't get me started on peanut butter.
I can't help being decisive (or at least trying). Taking more than 10 seconds to pick a happy meal at McDonald's when I was ten would usually solicit the following from my dad (patience isn't in the role call of his qualities):
"If you don't stop whining and pick something now, all you'll be getting is a McKick in the teeth." My teeth still ache when I realize I'm taking too long to choose something...
Eventually I gave up trying to wade through the many choices (why is there a Low Acid choice and one Added Calcium? Can't I have both in one?) and grabbed something that had an orange on the label.
Just because the carton has an orange on the label does not mean it remotely resembles orange juice. What the hell is orange drink?
I was shopping just this past weekend and it occurred to me that I'd spent five minutes trying to pick out a single carton of orange juice.
When I was a kid (way back in 1872), there were two choices: Extra Pulpy (you didn't drink it, you ate it with a fork), and less pulpy (it could at a stretch be characterized generally speaking as a liquid). I've never like pulp, but I like staring blankly at an aisle of cartons for five minutes less. I like to be decisive which is rather difficult when there is a 10 foot stretch of freezer dedicated to about a dozen variations of one product from several different producers. And don't get me started on peanut butter.
I can't help being decisive (or at least trying). Taking more than 10 seconds to pick a happy meal at McDonald's when I was ten would usually solicit the following from my dad (patience isn't in the role call of his qualities):
"If you don't stop whining and pick something now, all you'll be getting is a McKick in the teeth." My teeth still ache when I realize I'm taking too long to choose something...
Eventually I gave up trying to wade through the many choices (why is there a Low Acid choice and one Added Calcium? Can't I have both in one?) and grabbed something that had an orange on the label.
Just because the carton has an orange on the label does not mean it remotely resembles orange juice. What the hell is orange drink?
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