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This is going to seem really stupid to you all. No one understands why I'm so aggravated by this.
There's currently a real tractor parked in the lobby of our local grocery store. It's part of a display to advertise the local cheese festival.
When they first set up this display, I thought to myself, "Okay, so they're doing some sort of 'Fall Harvest' promotion, since locally-grown fruits and vegetables are available now. The tractor is overkill, but some suit at head office thought it would be cute, so there you go."
Then they started setting up a cracker pyramid beside it, and I get confused. Crackers and tractors? Not getting the connection.
Finally, I ask one of the cashiers. "They're promoting the Cheese Festival in [Neighbouring Town]."
Right.
First of all, the connection between tractors and cheese is tenuous at best. I suppose a dairy farm would have a few tractors on hand for shovelling manure and maybe hauling a wagon or something, but otherwise, there are very few tractors involved in cheese production.
Cheese isn't even made on a farm. It is made in a cheese factory.
Standing in my wine kiosk yesterday, I counted no fewer than three people take out their cameras and take pictures of their children beside the tractor. Seriously. And this ain't New York City, folks. Our city is located a mere five minutes away from Mennonite country. It is not unusual to see horse-drawn buggies on our city streets.
What are they going to do with those pictures, anyway? I can't see anyone looking at them years later and saying, "Do you remember that time a tractor was parked at the grocery store? Wasn't that the best?! I'm so glad we captured this precious memory on film."
I am exceptionally crabby lately, so I suppose that could be a factor in why I'm so bothered.
There's currently a real tractor parked in the lobby of our local grocery store. It's part of a display to advertise the local cheese festival.
When they first set up this display, I thought to myself, "Okay, so they're doing some sort of 'Fall Harvest' promotion, since locally-grown fruits and vegetables are available now. The tractor is overkill, but some suit at head office thought it would be cute, so there you go."
Then they started setting up a cracker pyramid beside it, and I get confused. Crackers and tractors? Not getting the connection.
Finally, I ask one of the cashiers. "They're promoting the Cheese Festival in [Neighbouring Town]."
Right.
First of all, the connection between tractors and cheese is tenuous at best. I suppose a dairy farm would have a few tractors on hand for shovelling manure and maybe hauling a wagon or something, but otherwise, there are very few tractors involved in cheese production.
Cheese isn't even made on a farm. It is made in a cheese factory.
Standing in my wine kiosk yesterday, I counted no fewer than three people take out their cameras and take pictures of their children beside the tractor. Seriously. And this ain't New York City, folks. Our city is located a mere five minutes away from Mennonite country. It is not unusual to see horse-drawn buggies on our city streets.
What are they going to do with those pictures, anyway? I can't see anyone looking at them years later and saying, "Do you remember that time a tractor was parked at the grocery store? Wasn't that the best?! I'm so glad we captured this precious memory on film."
I am exceptionally crabby lately, so I suppose that could be a factor in why I'm so bothered.
Believe me, I've gotten worked up about plenty of "little things" that annoy me. My husband is good about just letting me go and smile and nod till I'm done.
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