I think if this teaching thing doesn't work out I might become an anthropologist who studies grocery stores. I think what goes on in grocery stores is fascinating.
On my last trip to the grocery store, I engaged in no less than three super-cheery conversations with strangers; one was about produce, one was about the difference between grape juice and grape drink, and one was about shopping carts. Brief as those conversations were, I wonder why they were all so... peppy? Maybe it's me, since I was a control factor in the unintentional study, but I wouldn't generally consider myself to be a person of such spunk.
Or maybe I could be a geographer and look at where grocery stores are located in relation to various neighborhoods. Last summer we observed that the grocery stores in several of the low-income neighborhoods we we worked in were actually just a few food racks in gas stations. All the Doritos you can handle, but not an apple in sight. What's up with that, huh.
Anyway, I think I could be happy spending my life writing books with cheesy titles that capitalize on cliche grocery store stuff like "clean up on aisle nine" and "SPAM" and "B.O.B."
Unrelated, but um, oh hey sweet endorsement from Caroline Kennedy: NYT: A President Like My Father
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