I try not to be a judgemental person. But sometimes my mind just goes there, unbeknownst to the rest of me, and suddenly, I'm judging. It goes something like this:
I am standing at the lunchmeat counter at the grocery store... waiting for my number to be called. What will it be today? Roasted peppercorn turkey or roast beef? Pound or half-pound? Here comes a girl with a too-short tank top with... wait a second... is that what I think it is... are they... muffin tops?!... yes, her muffin tops are hanging out. At the grocery store!? Shame on you. Cover that up. We don't want to see that.
Then I correct myself and go about my business. Shame on you, Bridget. But like I said, it's unbeknownst to the rest of me! Give me a break!
And so it goes, and so it goes. I find that a lot of my judgement goes down at the grocery store. Mostly after my cart evaluation. I do a lot of "cart evals".
Beep. Beep. Beep, goes the scanner as the person in front of me readies herself to pay.
WONDER BREAD?!? Beep.
Non-organic beef. Beep.
Cinnamon rolls. Beep.
Frozen pizzas. Beep.
I tap the woman on the shoulder (after already sizing her up and being quite sure that her house is a mess and that her kids must stay home from school sick quite often. How couldn't they? Look at this junk!?).
"Excuse me, miss. But do have you a thing against the periphery of the grocery store? Did the produce offend? Do you only peruse the middle aisles?"
Then I hand her the Omnivore's Dilemma and she goes off, thanking me for the enlightenment as my "beep-ing" begins.
Whole wheat bread. Beep.
That's more like it. Go me!
Shame on you, Bridget! Pride is the biggest sin of all!
Disclaimer: I reguarly buy Tostitos, ice cream, and cookies. Sometimes even potato chips - gasp!
Moral of the story: Let he who is without sin cast the first stone... ain't that the truth?!