I try to take a lunch to work every day. Usually it doesn’t happen because I’m the type who likes to sleep as long as possible before getting out of bed. I have the brush teeth, shower, get dressed routine down in 20 minutes before I have to be out the door to get to work on time. Most days, unless some leftovers are packed form the night before, I’m getting lunch from somewhere.
I work in a very small town so my lunch choices are, unfortunately, very limited. I can go to Panera but we ate it so much at my last job that I don’t want it anymore plus I hate paying $10 for a sandwich. There’s also Subway which I haven’t had in literal years so don’t feel the need to start now and another sub place called Jersey Mike’s. I could go the pizza route but I can eat one slice or two of pizza and then I’m done with pizza for a few months. I could get Mediterranean or Chinese food but that requires me to drive further than I wish.
I usually settle on going to the local grocery store, Heinen’s. They have a variety of food and if I have a taste for something, I can make it myself since we have a full kitchen in this office. The day before yesterday, nothing but chicken noodle soup sounded appealing to me. I go up to Heinen’s to get said soup. They have a hot soup section all year round and the flavors change daily.
I walk up to the soup bar and there are these two little old ladies standing there trying to decide between the chicken noodle and the chicken paprikash. Before you yell at me for saying old ladies, there is no other way to describe them. They were short with white hair and they looked like they were 90 years old. So the one is slowly ladling out some soup in the to go container while the other one is standing and waiting. She notices me standing behind her and asked if I wanted to cut in to get some soup. I told her that I’m perfectly okay with waiting and she can take all the time she needs. See? I respect my elders.
There are three soup container sizes. Cup size, bowl size and family size. There are spoons and crackers you can take with your soup if you so desire. The lady filled one bowl size and one cup size. Then I stepped up to fill my bowl container. While I’m doing so, the ladle lady hands her friend the cup size, opens a spoon and some crackers, hands it to her friend and says, “Here, you want to try it before you buy it.” Then proceeds to open up a spoon and crackers for herself and starts eating out of the bowl.
What am I witnessing? Am I missing something? Is this the all you can eat soup hour? I put the lid on my container and made a swift walkaway because I didn’t want to be associated with this pair in case an employee happened to walk by. I understand try before you buy. I really do. I mean, I like to try on shoes and clothing before I buy them. I like to rent a movie before I buy it. But soup? Especially without asking first? Eat a whole cup and then refill it to buy? So I asked a friend who used to work at the grocery if that was a normal occurrence and she told me no but it’s a generally accepted, unspoken practice among the old that’s allowed.
I don’t know about you all, but these rules better still apply when I’m 90! I looked back at the women on the way out of the store and all I could do was chuckle to myself because they were slurping that soup with their pinkies out and a saltine in the other hand like they were eating the golden chicken and there was no where else they’d rather be.
Have you ever experienced a situation that wasn’t quite right but funny nonetheless? Let me know in the comments below!