It’s sad things like this that make me think, it’s too bad church is all fucked up with religion. Because “Entire families, plus any single individuals, get washed and dressed up, then join under the stained-glass windows to sit and stand and sing and go through the motions, while all the eligible sweeties pretend they’re not checking out all the other eligible sweeties, and have a whole hour to think of something to say to them over the coffee and cookies afterwards. Repeat weekly” is pretty much how a lot of people found partners for generations. Especially those whose families couldn’t afford ballrooms and country clubs.

Have you considered the possibility Dad ASKED each person how many peps they wanted before he started cutting? Or he gives the kids peps according to their ages?

It’s less random people and more likely people who live in the same building or whose kids are on the same team/at the same school etc. I don’t want to be expected to converse, and I don’t like when others do it. A friendly smile and hello and keep walking is my go-to, as if I’m in a tearing hurry.

Could we ban conversation between cart-holders? Two people shopping together, same cart same list, is fine. But anything beyond “Hi, nice to see you” between two carts clogs the aisles

Points for penmanship