What? WHAT?

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
  • Tampax

Dammit.

Don’t you hate it when you realize stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason?

Shit.

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