AdamJames
Well-Known Member
I hope this justifies a separate thread, as it has nothing to do with nutritional info, availability etc, and this is something I've always struggled with.
I'm talking Lidl High Protein Rolls. No doubt known as HPRs to the many of us who've ever kept a food log and are sick of spelling it out!
So you know what it's like, you take a big gamble and make a journey to your Lidl. Quivering with anticipation, you make your way in and gingerly advance upon the bakery section, telling yourself not to get your hopes up, they may not be doing them any more, or they may not be doing them today, or they may be sold out.
You prepare for the worst as you close in, trying to spot the bakery bins whose contents look darker than the others. You tell yourself that even if they haven't got any, you're sure you'll be able to buy something else while you're there, even though frankly you'd rather have gone to Aldi if you'd known.
Then you see them, and you know right there in that moment you have won the lottery of life, for that day at least. It's all a blur as you fumble for the brown bags to put them in, bowling any other customers out of your way like skittles, because frankly they shouldn't be there, buying the silly pointless little things they are buying, whatever they are, who cares - this is YOUR moment.
But just when you think the emotional rollercoaster is over, you're faced with an etiquette dilemma. There you are, standing in front of them with one or ten bags ready to put them in, and you realise that there are ... tongs ... there. Somebody somewhere wants you to use tongs.
And you know that one of the customers who you've just played skittles with is now back on their feet and looking at you, judging you: will you use the tongs like a good citizen, or are you a low-life, germ-ridden good-for-nothing scumbag who has just crawled out from the sewer? You can feel their eyes burning into you, and you freeze with fear.
What do you do? Pick up the tongs, touching something that a hundred other people have touched, and adding your own special germs to the party for the next customer, or do you carefully pick the HPRs out with your fingers and thumbs, the special germ transaction being limited to just you and the things you will be taking back to your lair?
Today I chose the latter. But somebody, somewhere, decided to put those tongs there, and wanted me to use them. And I can still feel those burning eyes...
I'm talking Lidl High Protein Rolls. No doubt known as HPRs to the many of us who've ever kept a food log and are sick of spelling it out!
So you know what it's like, you take a big gamble and make a journey to your Lidl. Quivering with anticipation, you make your way in and gingerly advance upon the bakery section, telling yourself not to get your hopes up, they may not be doing them any more, or they may not be doing them today, or they may be sold out.
You prepare for the worst as you close in, trying to spot the bakery bins whose contents look darker than the others. You tell yourself that even if they haven't got any, you're sure you'll be able to buy something else while you're there, even though frankly you'd rather have gone to Aldi if you'd known.
Then you see them, and you know right there in that moment you have won the lottery of life, for that day at least. It's all a blur as you fumble for the brown bags to put them in, bowling any other customers out of your way like skittles, because frankly they shouldn't be there, buying the silly pointless little things they are buying, whatever they are, who cares - this is YOUR moment.
But just when you think the emotional rollercoaster is over, you're faced with an etiquette dilemma. There you are, standing in front of them with one or ten bags ready to put them in, and you realise that there are ... tongs ... there. Somebody somewhere wants you to use tongs.
And you know that one of the customers who you've just played skittles with is now back on their feet and looking at you, judging you: will you use the tongs like a good citizen, or are you a low-life, germ-ridden good-for-nothing scumbag who has just crawled out from the sewer? You can feel their eyes burning into you, and you freeze with fear.
What do you do? Pick up the tongs, touching something that a hundred other people have touched, and adding your own special germs to the party for the next customer, or do you carefully pick the HPRs out with your fingers and thumbs, the special germ transaction being limited to just you and the things you will be taking back to your lair?
Today I chose the latter. But somebody, somewhere, decided to put those tongs there, and wanted me to use them. And I can still feel those burning eyes...