I love going to the market. I do. It makes me feel good to buy food and prepare it myself. Also, when you go to the market in West Hollywood you see the most interesting things. I’m talking about what “Hollywood” people buy. For instance the guy in front of me bought two boxes of Pop Tarts(blueberry flavor) they were probably on sale, shredded cheddar, Fritos, ranch and a stalk of broccoli. I assume he’s straight and not because of the random stoner food, but because no gay man would be caught dead buying pop tarts. Do you know one of those pop tarts has 37 grams of carbohydrates!

Then I eavesdropped on a great interaction between a 40 something Ashley Olsen look alike, I’m talking the hair, outfit, obnoxious bright lipstick, because if you didn’t know ladies, bright lips are in this summer and Ashley Olsen is a walking fashionista. Uh! She was very LA and what does every LA girl tote around at least once in their LA Life? A hot druggie boyfriend, but this druggie boyfriend was different he didn’t mooch off Ashley, he paid, and she made it obvious he was paying by snapping him out of his drug stupor by sayng: “Honey, you need to pay.” He was on all sorts of amphetamines and he was hot so they were fun.

But let’s get to the point of this post, the above picture. Everyone stands in the “Self Scan” line, because A: They secretly wanted to become a cashier since childhood just to scan all the items and this is the closest they can get to it without being embarrassed, B: They’re that anal retentive they must make sure they ring up their items and bag them properly or C: They actually think they’re faster than the person that does it for a living. I opted to go to the cashier and was rang up in 5 minutes and then snapped this photo of all the others waiting for Joe Blow to figure out what’s the price on two bananas.

Are you A, B, C or me?