Life in the Cereal Aisle
In full-on shopper mode, I turn down the cereal aisle and
come up short. A thin, slightly slouched, old man stands smack dab in the
center of the lane. Staring. His mouth agape, his eyes glazed.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“Yes, I’m looking for Special K.”
I turn toward the shelves and suddenly they stretch out in
either direction like Octopus tenticles reaching for prey. I’ve never realized
how many brands of cereal there are until I see it through the old man’s eyes. For
half a minute, I worry that I won’t be able to spot his preferred brand either.
But then my younger eagle eyes spot it and I pluck a box off the shelf for him.
Fast forward about ten (or so) years to this afternoon when
I stopped at the store to pick up a few things. This time I’m sauntering behind
the cart because I’m seriously not in any sort of hurry. Then I find myself in
the cereal aisle. Staring at the Cocoa Puffs and Lucky Charms and…ugh…Raisin
Bran. And I realize I really want something chocolate or with marshmallows—dang
it! But I don’t have any kids at home as my excuse anymore.
Maybe I’m not at the stage of the old man, overwhelmed by
the shear number of choices, but I’ve taken yet another step in his direction. How
does this happen so fast and at what point do we accept our own personal cereal
choices? #SugarCerealsForTheWin
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