Last week at the Farmers' Market, one of the vendors steps up to me and hands me an empty paper cup. I comment that there is nothing in the cup as he finds his way behind his table. Noting that I am keenly observant, he asks me if I want orange juice or milk. I take orange juice, wishing there was something else to add to the mix. After I sip the OJ, I realize that he is from the local dairy, Royal Crest. He asks me if I have my milk delivered. I politely tell him that I do not drink milk. A quizzical look came across his face and I quickly filled in the silence by saying that I drink soy. Well, that was the wrong thing to say to the milk man! He basically started telling me that I was going to die a quick death by consuming soy products, unless of course I was purchasing organic soy. I started to cross step out of his tented area reassuring him that, of course I buy organic and thanking him for the delicious orange juice. I did not place a standing order with the milk man.
The following day I hear a truck outside my house. I look outside to see, yes, you got it, the Royal Crest man. I think that one of the neighbors must be getting a delivery. Not more than a 1/2 a minute later my doorbell rings. The milk man is at my door. I look out and he asks me if I have my milk delivered. I know not to bring up soy, so I respond in a kind manner that I am not interested.
Ok, maybe the Royal Crest Dairy is hurting or maybe someone is telling me something. Either way, I suppose I should find my calcium tablets....
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