I was at the Express Counter at the grocery store yesterday with my parents, waiting while some hapless customer counted out stacks of pennies, trying to find a pack of cigarettes he could still afford in this day and age. I looked at the items I had sitting on the counter, and suddenly felt like I was in a woman's magazine quiz on "What the contents of your shopping cart say about YOU."
My purchases: a travel-sized tube of toothpaste. A bag of Olde Englishe Salt and Vinegar potato chips. A glass candle with an illustration of Our Lady de San Juan de Los Lagos (attentive readers will remember her as the Virgin On My Porch; I've never seen a votive of hers in town before, so I'm taking that as a very good omen). And a pair of Maxell headphones.
Sadly, I'm pretty sure that anyone judging me based on these items would be pretty accurate in their assessment.