I'm terribly ...

... terribly nosy. I gawp, I gape, I stare. Oft is the time Mr Brown has to tactfully point out how blindingly obviously I'm eavesdropping on others. I can't help myself I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING.
One of the main reasons I dabbled in the dark arts of journalism (oh so many years ago) was that I could ask people the most impertinent questions and, because I was holding a pen and notepad, they would answer! It was brilliant!
Anyhoo, this is all a prelude to outing myself as an observer of what other people are buying at the supermarket. It's amazing the shit people buy and how much of it. I also like to speculate about their lives, based on their trolley load (I'm pretty shallow & judgmental).
Today, for instance, there was a woman with 6 loaves of Wonder White bread (well not really bread, sort of bread-like substitute. Something almost entirely but not completely unlike bread. I'm also a bread snob) and about the same number of MONSTER bottles of Coke! Also plastic pre-sliced cheese, shudder. I'm betting a couple of fat kids are a fact of her life.
Another woman had 4 big boxes of tissues and 2 small packs also of tissues. Her nose didn't look all that red or sore, perhaps she was rushing them back to a poor sick person at home.
I always smile at the people who have tiny tins of cat food, the gourmet ones (they smell better than the big tinned stuff - that smells like it came out of the wrong end of a cat already), and poo-tray filler, fellow fur-parents.
My mind boggles at the number of people who buy bottled pasta sauce, I mean really, how hard can it be to cook down a tin of Italian tomatoes ? (they taste better - except in the height of summer when home-grown, vine-ripened tommies make their way into the pot - oh gawd, I'm a tomato snob too)