In the next grocery aisle over I could hear what sounded like a singing toy of some sort, sweetly voiced. Usually singing toys and greeting cards and wall decorations and the like really really irritate me. But this I had to see for myself.

I found a young man in his mid twenties or so gazing intently at the fluffy white stuffed animal in his arms. I've no clue what type of critter it was. Pouring forth from this toy wonder was this actually quite touching love song, the lyrics even sounded thoughful and romantic, I found myself moved nearly to tears by the sight and sound. Okay, okay, you had to be there.

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I skirted round them and reminded myself not to stare. His shopping cart already contained several red and pink and hearted items, he clearly was collecting goodies for someone he loved. Later I saw the white fluffy thing reclining in a place of honor in his cart.

Next I did my usual meander through the frozen food section. A young man and woman were doing the same, cart half filled already. The woman caught sight of something enticing and her step quickened, her voice lifted, and she spoke excitedly about the cream puffs available, how tasty and yummy they are.


Hey, it didn't take a high I.Q. to figure out that she wanted them. The store was discount even and the price of these goodies was certainly not outrageous. We're talking maybe $2.59 or somethin'.

Did her man get a clue and select a box just for her? No, he shot her emotional high back to the ground, describing how cream puffs are stupid and yucky and silly and........you get the point.

So our first man bought his romantic treats with that singing fluffy white singing thing, and he left happy. Our couple dragged through the rest of their grocery shop and most likely either practiced their silent treatment skills or had a good old fashioned fight out in the car.

Me, I think the first man has it right. Buy what makes you happy. Even if it is an otherworldly potentially creepy singing something. As for those cream puffs, I really hope that young woman returns and buys a box, several boxes, for herself.