I really shouldn’t go to the dollar store. It isn’t that I don’t need more useless house crap–though I don’t. It is just that I spend my money on junk food when I go there. It might vary depending on which dollar store I visit, but I invariably come back with an armload of either chocolate or pop–soda to some of my readers.
Today, I came back with this new chocolate bar. Apart from chastising myself, this blogpost also serves to relate my interactions with people. Despite my outgoing nature, I am a bit shy. I make small talk, but I don’t initiate it. However, small talk is what led to the purchase of this chocolate bar.
I was navigating around an elderly pair of ladies. One had parked her walker in front of the stack of chocolate bars. As I scooted around them, the lady apologized for being in the way. I explained that she wasn’t in the way and that I wasn’t in a hurry, and all those other pleasantries Canadians adopt in those situations–cute smile, raised shoulders, skootching hand directions indicating where you might be going.
The other part of the roadblock was also one of the salesclerks. She, with fabulous red hair, exquisite tattoos, and lots of piercings, was camped out on the floor putting some stuff on those peg displays–you know the ones that drive you crazy because they are either too hard to take stuff off, or you take one and they all fall off. She apologized for being in the way as well.
I mentioned that it was probably better that way because it kept me from spending my money on chocolate as I indicated a shelf of two-for-one Hershey bars. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have headed for the cashier and kept my head down.
The salesclerk, looked at the shelf, her eyes getting larger, and said that they featured chocolate bar was her “new favourite”. Usually, I like my chocolate to look like either dark chocolate or milk chocolate. This looked like neither. It really wasn’t my type of thing.
So, despite my best intentions to lose weight and stay away from junk food, but also wanting to try something different, I bought a couple. Maybe I just realized that the bag of almond m&m’s looked lonely in my hands.
When I got to the cashier, she took one look at my chocolate bar and said, “These are great. They taste great but their terrible for my diet.” The cashier beside her echoed her sentiments quite enthusiastically.
So, I left the store having interacted with 5 people carrying a handful of chocolate. If there is a moral to this story, I can’t find one.
Oh, and yes, it was actually delicious.