Unfiltered Story #342766

I have lived in several states, but none have dairy sections as vast as my native state of Wisconsin, where even Walmart dedicates an amazing amount of square footage to dairy.

I’m standing in the cheese aisle, trying to make my most important decision of the next two weeks, when I suddenly hear a man’s voice rise over every other noise in the vicinity, dripping with a despair similar to one lost in the woods:

Man: Why does yogurt have to be so complicated?

I giggling make my cheese choice and have to walk past this man to get to my next item, and he is indeed staring at the yogurt wall with the lost expression of someone sent out on a seemingly impossible mission.

Not being a yogurt expert myself, I could only walk past. It has been nearly 10 years, and the story still makes me smile. I still hope the man found the right yogurt he was sent after and was able to have an uncomplicated rest of the day.