This post really is not about a whole lot today. I’m not even sure what category to place it in. I suppose it will go in my “pet peeves” category since it’s a bit of a rant.
The newest hobby of mine is to make wine. I’ve been making wines from kits and have slowly been building up my equipment supply since some of it is quite costly. With a few kits completed, I decided it was time to move on to using fresh fruit.
After checking local prices, I found pears to be the cheapest. I called around and located the store with the cheapest rates on pears. I ended up ordering 25 lbs of pears to make 6 gallons of wine. Aside from a few crazy looks when picking up that volume of pears, everything was fine. It was at the checkout that brings me to my rant though.
I purposely went to the customer service line because I knew I had a strange order and it may need someone who was a little more experienced.
After glancing at all the pears I had, the checkout lady, I’ll call her Mrs. Prim for this post, gave me yet another crazy look. It’s just pears, I thought to myself, Only a lot of them. What’s the problem?
Mrs. Prim began weighing them out in a few bunches at a time even though I told her the weight – but I don’t blame her for it as I know people probably try to sneak things by all the time. She paused a moment and looked at me and said, “Whatchya got? Some kinda pear fetish?”
I had to repeat it to myself for a moment to make sure I heard it right. I remember thinking to myself, Did she just ask if I had a pear fetish? A bit stunned, I replied that I was making wine and needed a lot of pears. I almost felt like saying, “Right. I’m going to take each one of these pears and use them for my kinky desires. All 25 lbs of them.”
I know, it’s an off topic post tonight, but it is Friday so I think I’m allowed a free pass, and this is the beauty of a blog – I can write stuff just for the heck of it. 🙂