Generally, I'm a pretty healthy person. At least, i am when i cook for myself.
I went to Publix yesterday, and picked out my weekly groceries. As i was in line, and glancing happily at the conveyer belt at the grocery store, pondering all the wonderful things i shall make with these [healthy] goodies, this old lady with a raspy voice ahead of me was talking to the bag girl. The girl left and brought back three packages of cigarettes, while in her cart was just beer. This lady had to be at least 75. It seemed quite strange comparing our carts, and thinking about our day to day lives as we use these groceries.