I ran to the grocery on my way home tonight. The guy behind me in the express line looked at my basket and then gave me a withering look.
He was a 50-something guy with not one, but two bags of brown sugar.
And I was a 30-something woman who was buying these three items:
- Honey Maid Graham Crackers
- Betty Crocker Triple Chocolate Frosting
Don’t you hate it when you realize stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason?