Never wear a Hawaiian shirt when you go shopping at Trader Joe's.
I came up with this rule several years ago, after one too many experiences of costumers coming up to me and asking where to find the freeze-dried apples. The problem isn't so much that it's awkward for me, but I feel bad for the others who always seem so embarrassed when they're told, "Sorry, I don't work here. But I do think the Spicy Indonesian Chips are in that aisle over there."
I came up with this rule several years ago, after one too many experiences of costumers coming up to me and asking where to find the freeze-dried apples. The problem isn't so much that it's awkward for me, but I feel bad for the others who always seem so embarrassed when they're told, "Sorry, I don't work here. But I do think the Spicy Indonesian Chips are in that aisle over there."
As friends will attest, I don't wear Hawaiian shirts terribly often, let alone short-sleeve shirts in general, so I have to keep reminding myself of the rule, and sometimes it slips through the cracks. Like today, when there's been a hot spell in Los Angeles. I had another errand to run nearby the Trader Joe's, so I figured I'm put both together. Fortunately, as I approached the grocery store, reality kicked in, so I was able to avert disaster.
Fortunately, people who shop at Trader Joe's tend to be quite nice, so it's not too bad. But honestly, it really is a jumble, so I do try to avoid it.
I'll get my Dr. Prager's California Veggie Burger some other day.
Fortunately, people who shop at Trader Joe's tend to be quite nice, so it's not too bad. But honestly, it really is a jumble, so I do try to avoid it.
I'll get my Dr. Prager's California Veggie Burger some other day.
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