Copy Cats

People copy cat me a lot. It really stresses me out and gives me tremendous anxiety. Today at the grocery store I was just minding my own ps and qs, browsing the paper towel section trying to decide which type to buy (I hate printed paper towel so I was narrowing down my choices among the white-only rolls) when suddenly, well, probably not suddenly, this woman saunters over. She looks at me make my choice and put the paper towels in my cart. Then, from the corner of my eye I can see that she chooses exactly the same paper towels that I did. Ugh! There's like 25 different types to choose from. Can't she be original? Why does she have to be like me. It is such a pressure filled position. I now envision her at home wiping up some spilled milk with said paper towels and thinking "Argh! These towels stink. I hate that blond lady at the supermarket. She made me buy these and now I hate her."

Then when I was in the bulk section I happily filled up a plastic bag of my husbands favorite 5 grain cereal (kind of like oatmeal but better) and low and behold, another lady finishes her perusing and starts to fill up a bag with 5 grain cereal too. Yikes! Stop it already. I can't be held responsible for making everyone else's decisions. I would like people to be responsible for themselves.

You may think this is some weird coincidence. A fluke of this particular day. No. Not so. When ever I go to my dad's Jamba Juice for my free drink the lobby is always empty. Then, not 5 minutes after I have arrived crowds upon crowds of people start to show up. Its like they are all watching from the bushes to see what store I'm going in, then once I've entered the store, they all follow suit. My dad has offered to pay me (with more free drinks) to make regular stops at his Jamba just so he can improve his sales numbers. Pressure. More pressure for me.