At Brown’s County Market, we know our customers. We know what they eat and how they shop.
This lady holding up the line today, she shops every day. Every day. Maybe that is how they do it in France, but I think she’s just disorganized. It’s ridiculous how much money (and time) she spends on groceries. Sad.
Take today, for instance. She’s got a whole two items in her cart: a honeydew melon and a something from the deli with no price on it. Does she happen to know the price?
Uh, no, sorry, no she doesn’t.
You don’t have to be sorry to me, lady, you’re not being careless with my money. And this happens all the time.
Now, I would never have paid $7.95 for two paper-thin slices of ham, even if it is called prosciutto. How dumb. It’s just food. I could get two pounds of ground beef, hamburger buns and potatoes and feed my whole family for that kind of money. But I don’t say that to her.
Be the change you want to see in the world, right?
I make conversation with my customers. It’s the polite thing to do. So I ask her about the prosciutto and melon combination. Just to be nice. These foodies, with their fancy coffees, imported cheeses and organic produce, always turning their nose up at what the rest of us eat, she says:
You like ham and pineapple, don’t you?
You like ham and pineapple, don’t you? That’s the line that gets a laugh at my kitchen table over a glass of wine, if this is a story about snobs in the Midwest who think about food too much.