Nosy McNose!

[eumelia]

Dear Ladies, Gents and Others in the Supermarket,

Mind your own fucking business!

Thanks,

The grrl who was doing as her Mother asked and really wasn't looking for any input from you.

I mean, really.
There I am minding my own business putting olives into a plastic container from the buffet like counter where you can put as many condiments as you like in the aforementioned containers. Mother Unit asked me to cover the olives in the water.
I do so.
And as I put the container in the cart I am bombarded by one of the workers behind the meat counter telling me that I should put the water in a different container so I don't have to pay the extra weight.
I stare blankly completely surprised to be spoken to in this situation - going to the Supermarket is one of the most anti-social phenomena in real life I feel - and mumble about doing what my mother asked me to.
And then, then other shoppers around me began to tell me to do the same thing and someone asked who my mother was!

Fucking hell.

I shot out of that aisle like something on wheels.
Mother Unit was a little past me and gave me a look of total puzzlement.
Moi: Who are these Nosey People?
MU: I don't know. Who cares if I want to pay extra for the water!?
Moi: They scared me.
Mu: Poor baby.

I hate going to the Supermarket.
It's one of those places that really brings out the worst in Humanity.

Comments

[lishablog.livejournal.com]

But... That's just Israeli behavior. When D was a baby I was here for 7 months, and people were ALWAYS telling me how I was doing things wrong. "The baby is supposed to face toward you" (in a front pack) "The baby can't breathe in that cart" (upon seeing me riding a bike with a cart on the back and baby inside. It's a freaking child-carrier cart. OF COURSE he can breathe just find in there! I was pestered about that one so much I learned the word "reshet" just to explain that the material on the front let air in. GAH!)

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

Of course it is! I grew up here, I know that.

Tell me the last time it was a total of ten to fifteen people who were all standing around you telling you what to do and then try and call your mother!

I'm used to unsolicited advice, I'm not used to an entire advice board!

[hemlock-sholes.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmmm,

I agree about the other people, but surely the meat counter person was doing his/her job - helping people at the supermarket?

Sure, you didn't ask for help explicitly, but part of being helpful is not just waiting for a cry for help.

Nonetheless, the other were classic "ugly Israeli"

[hemlock-sholes.livejournal.com]

Stupid LJ and stupid HTML...

[Supportive Hug]

[wijsgeer.livejournal.com]

*silly people*

The person behind the counter was perhaps entitled to suggest you were allowed to put the water in a separate container to avoid paying for it. But that is something else.

When I feel well I like going to supermarkets, but I am afraid I am one of those bothersome people who starts giving advice. (not that aggressively, but I like talking with random strangers - when my mood is good! otherwise I walk in small steps facing the ground)

As for advice to people with babies, I think it might be more prevalent in Israel, but certainly not restricted. I've taken care of a baby for half a year and I was often confronted with people who had specific ideas what I did wrong. One day a woman stopped me because the baby had once again decided that going sock-less trough life is endlessly preferable. She accused me of being a bad bad mother, staring in Esther's eyes saying "you have a bad, bad mother!" Esther gave the woman a smile so big and radiant. I thought it better not to tell interfering woman I was not the mother but the nanny :-)

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

Your baby story reminded me of when I was working as a nanny and that would happen to me as well.

It's amazing how entitled people feel in butting into other people's lives.

[wijsgeer.livejournal.com]

But when it might really be a good thing for other people to interfere, eg when a child is abused.

silly-people-interfering-supermarket-story. A dear friend had a 2 year old daughter and they went shopping. The girl walked around and looked at all the stuff. She took a box of cereals and ran bag to my friend "look mama, a dragon!" my friend responded "oh yes, what a nice dragon, I like his wings" and they chatted about the dragon. "Do you remember where you got this from?, Can you put it back for me?" And the girl happily went to return to it's place. Weirdly enough, bystanders thought it cruel of my friend not to buy the cereals. But the girl just wanted attention and show the dragon.

Actually... I'd probably tell you the same thing :)

[shelestel.livejournal.com]

Okay, that's kind of hilarious.
how a new idea strikes a person unprepared for it (http://www.wikilivres.info/wiki/Four_illustrations_of_that_how_a_new_idea_strikes_a_person_unprepared_for_it_(Kharms_-_Smirnov)) :)

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

I'd probably be giggling like mad if I saw something like this happen.
Yes, it is funny.
Except when it happens to you ;D

[lilacsigil.livejournal.com]

It's not just Israeli - my town has a tiny 4-aisle supermarket. I could buy some of my basics there, even though the fruit and vegetables are terrible, but I'm so sick of people looking in my trolley and telling me what I should and shouldn't eat, and snidely commenting on my weight. So the hell with them, I shop in bigger town once a week, where I can get all the fresh fruit and veg that I need and things like nice bread and curry ingredients too!