Mar 03, 2010 19:32
I walked downstairs to get some orange juice, and as i was drinking, from the carton no less,
i realized something. An instance, that has happened a total of 4 times in my life...
what is this deja vu occurrence i am referring to you might ask?
I am at the grocery store, and i stand in the aisle, in front of the juice, for many more moments that should ever seem necessary to be stood, to decide on a particular juice. I finally get fed up with myself and quickly grab Orange juice with pulp (or extra pulp). As i am briskly making my exit,
a man makes a comment like
"you like the pulp eh?"..
"pulp... good choice"....
"so you're a pulp kind of girl"
"sooo you decided to get the pulp *sleazy nodding smile*"
WHAT ARE YOU, THE FUCKING PULP POLICE? Is this commentary really imperative?
this has happened to me, four times, four separate grocery store visits.
i don't know where these men are hiding, and why they are waiting anxiously inspect which carton my hand reaches for, or what sort of fruit extract fetish they have.
but who knew? pulp. that's what's up.