Give Me Peace

There is a new grocery store in my town called Sprouts and I love it. But what I don't love is being accosted by hippy Green Peace guys every time I go there lately. It's not that I don't support their cause, I just want to be left alone and these guys don't take "no" for an answer. They are worse than Girl Scouts selling Thin Mints.

Today I got my hair cut and colored and stopped at Sprouts on the way home. I was tired, hungry and trying to keep a low profile due to the hair dye stain around my face and neck. All I wanted was to grab some crap for dinner and head home. On the way out of the store an employee asked me if I needed any help. Eying the long-haired guy with the clip board blocking the path to my car, I said, "Yeah, tell the manager to get rid of the Green Peace people."

Deep breath. Do NOT make eye contact.

"Hi! What's your name?" Green Peace asked.

"No thanks." I said, walking faster.

"Wait. Don't you care about . . ."

"Look," I said, "I support your cause. I just don't want to talk about it when I am shopping and running errands."

I had made it to my car and popped the trunk when he yelled after me, "I have something important to tell you!"

Ugggg! Leave me alone! I recycle and eat dolphin-safe tuna!

I drove away irritated before I could hear his important news.

Maybe he wanted to tell me to save the whales.

Or that I had hair dye on my face.

-Lela