I’m back in Wisconsin for the thanksgiving holiday and staying with my brother and his family. Today I went out to grab some supplies before the stores closed so I could make my normal pumpkin pie. I walked into the small local grocery store and started browsing. I knew I needed eggs and evaporated milk plus a pie crust. (I can make my own pie crust, but it’s usually just easier to use a pre-made frozen one.)
I wandered around for a while, but couldn’t find the things I needed. They weren’t with the baked goods, or the dairy supplies, or anywhere I could see. I figured they must have been moved to a main display and lumped together for ease of shopping like they often are during the holidays, but I couldn’t find the display either. No Problem, I’ll ask. (I’m a man, I can ask for help if I really need to.) I walk up to the lady stocking shelves. “Excuse me,” I say politely, “Can you tell me where I can find the pie filling?”
The woman turns, obviously startled and I see her face; she’s got the open and childish face of someone with down syndrome. I smile again repeating my question into the silence. But the woman shakes her head fast, stammering. “You c…Can’t win.”
I blink. “What?”
Again; “You can’t win… Don’t talk to me.”
Two astonished heartbeats pass with my jaw open before I start to chuckle. “Uh… okay. Thanks for the heads up.”
I found the display on my way out the store and managed to get what I needed, but I don’t think it’s going to make much of a difference. I guess I just can’t win.