Another Grocery Store Moment

What is it about the grocery store and strangers who comment on my food choices? I was at the store today wandering the produce section when a bearded man approached me shaking his head sadly.

"Miss, Miss," he said, in some sort of European accent. "What are you doing?"

I had no idea what he was talking about. Was the baby throwing food on the floor?

"All this diet soda," he said, gesturing to my cart. "You should Google the ingredients. Aspartame, it causes all the sickness in the world."

"Well, she doesn't drink it," I said, lamely. "I do."

"She will. Children, they learn."

"Yeah, well she won't be drinking it until she gets a job and buys it herself," I snapped and pushed the cart away.

I get it. Aspartame is not the best stuff in the world. But you know what? Neither are overly opinionated Europeans who accost strangers in the produce section. I may drink diet soda, but at least I wear deodorant.