Please, cash register person. Please, for the love of all that is sacred in human interaction. Please, do not ask me what I'm making with my groceries. It's shame, that is what I'm making. The shame of the pre-made overpriced snack that become an entire meal on the couch. Or the shame of my best intentions fresh and healthy items rotting in the back of the fridge. SHAME IS WHAT I'M MAKING. ARE YOU HAPPY!?