Grocery shopping of any sort is not usually a format in my normal hustle I would willingly participate, but, I was trying to do wifey a solid. After work I picked her up and we drove to our normal spot, Whole Foods, formerly Bread & Circus (a.k.a Bread & Yuppie). I could tell wifey was pretty excited for me to be shotgun on a food sortie and she happily filled our lil’ mini-me cart as I deftly used rapid hand-eye coordination to navigate the sea of expensive grocery grubbin yuppies.
At one point I was making suggestions to wifey about additional items she should get and then I notice that oh SNAP! I’m actually getting active on this run. I try to gut check myself and keep my mouth shut while wifey continues to secure items on her very exclusive shopping list. All of a sudden i’m throwing out, “do you want some sushi for dinner?” Now, pause and rewind for a moment; I’ve only had sushi one other time in my life when my girl Rufus laid some down at a recent party that wifey and I hit.
Yeah!?! YEAH!!! came out wifeys mouth so quick I wasn’t even sure I had said anything. Next thing I know we’ve got groceries in hand, sushi on tap, and we’re at the checkout counter about the to run the debit on through. I’m looking around at all the heads in the place, seeing the BMW’s driving by the window outside (DAG, I roll with a beamer too…), and then it dawns on me that i’ve crossed over into yuppiedom. Is my whole format yuppie? I don’t know, but, the rest of em’ better guard yo grill! Theres a new buppie on the scene.
