Having some time before my nail appointment and feeling a little peckish, I walked into Draeger's, a high-end supermarket with healthy options in downtown Menlo Park, CA.
I scanned the sandwiches and sushi and then made my way over to the artisan cheeses (which is my favorite section) and then over to the cookies and baked goods. Knowing I was going to be eating dinner in a couple of hours, I refrained from choosing anything too heavy and instead looked for a lighter option to hold me over.
Fruit? Nah.
Crackers? Nope.
Hmmm.
Oh! I know what I want! Nuts! I'll just get a bag of almonds or something.
I walked up and down the aisles looking for that specific section. Couldn't find it. So, I walk up to one of the shelf-stockers hoping he could point me in the right direction.
"Excuse me. Where are your nuts?", I asked.
I heard it as soon as the words left my lips.
He tilted his head, gave a half smile, and without speaking, pointed me toward aisle 6. I sheepishly said “Thank you”, and quickly walked in that general direction until I was out of sight. (Seriously, Megan? You HAD to use those words in that order?)
Long story short, I never got my nuts. I ended up turning down the cold beverage aisle instead.
"CLOSE ENOUGH!" I thought.
I grabbed the drink and made a B-line for the check-out.
I should have gone for the cheese.
I scanned the sandwiches and sushi and then made my way over to the artisan cheeses (which is my favorite section) and then over to the cookies and baked goods. Knowing I was going to be eating dinner in a couple of hours, I refrained from choosing anything too heavy and instead looked for a lighter option to hold me over.
Fruit? Nah.
Crackers? Nope.
Hmmm.
Oh! I know what I want! Nuts! I'll just get a bag of almonds or something.
I walked up and down the aisles looking for that specific section. Couldn't find it. So, I walk up to one of the shelf-stockers hoping he could point me in the right direction.
"Excuse me. Where are your nuts?", I asked.
I heard it as soon as the words left my lips.
He tilted his head, gave a half smile, and without speaking, pointed me toward aisle 6. I sheepishly said “Thank you”, and quickly walked in that general direction until I was out of sight. (Seriously, Megan? You HAD to use those words in that order?)
Long story short, I never got my nuts. I ended up turning down the cold beverage aisle instead.
"CLOSE ENOUGH!" I thought.
I grabbed the drink and made a B-line for the check-out.
I should have gone for the cheese.