This morning, at the supermarket early to pick up some cat food--what else--I stood behind a young couple in their mid-to late-twenties and got a chance to study them for a long time, seeing as they bought out half the store and the checkout girl behind the register wore a button declaring her name was Ashley and that she was "in training." The woman was wearing leggings and UGG boots and was obviously pregnant. Her mate's baggy jeans were halfway down his butt so I could see he wore boxers from the Gap. They each had a couple of tattoos and she sported a gold nose ring.
Their groceries consisted of mostly junk food. Almost every last thing they purchased came in a box, bag or carton; the only fresh food was a package of two pork chops, a pound of bacon and 18 eggs. There were several varieties of sodas, all the giant size, and in fact Boxer Boy was chugging a Coke while his groceries were being checked out. A huge bag of potato chips and another of pretzels made me think, or at least hope, that they were having a party. There was not a piece of fruit anywhere, and the only vegetables were a box of frozen corn and another of peas. Three jumbo loaves of white bread and a collection of frozen pizzas supplied any missing carbs nicely.
All I could think was "this is scary." The brain must be fed, not to mention that growing embryo! Maybe this is why so many young people are running off to join ISIS. I wonder if they eat better in those training camps.
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