I just had the most amazing conversation at the grocery store. As you know and are likely sick of hearing, I’m particular about milk and was drinking a certain kind which is no longer available so then I was at sea, milk wise, but now I’ve become a fan of a particular kind of Almond Milk. It’s the unsweetened Vanilla Almond Milk from Blue Diamond in the refrigerated carton.
delightful
Blue Diamond also makes the product in shelf-stable containers but the refrigerated tastes better thanks to the addition of calcium carbonate which is chalk. Apparently I like chalk in my fake milk.
good but needs chalk
Anyway, I’m at the store and the guy who works there, the one who often inquires how I’m feeling leading me to wonder if I look sickly, is stocking stuff near the milk. I pick up a carton and tell him I’m feeling fine and then decide that I may as well indicate my love of this milk so they’ll keep it in stock. “I’m a fan of this milk!” I announce.
“Shhhh,” he says.
“I know!” I say, having no idea what he’s talking about.
“You know how you get, boo,” he responds.
“Yeah. Don’t want to jinx it!” I say, taking a stab.
I’m reminded of the time I took a ballet class which was far too advanced for me and everyone was doing the routine one by one across the floor and then it was my turn and I had no idea how it went so I just kind of flailed across the room and added my own little flourishes in time with the music, hoping my interpretation of the moves might somehow link up with the actual moves by sheer force of will.
Of course they did not.
Back to the milk conversation.
I kind of love that anyone is calling me “boo” and professes to know how I get! I don’t even know how I get or what exactly I’m getting a certain way about, but I’m flattered nonetheless.
