I receive legal notice in the mail from a brand of protein shake that I used to drink.
Apparently, the company is being sued for falsely advertising the amount of protein content in their product.
For the settlement, those of us who have receipts can claim $1 per carton purchased, up to $40.
And for people like me, who didn’t save those receipts, I get to claim 50 cents per carton purchased up to $20.
I’m not terribly upset, having switched to a diet consisting of primarily whole food years ago; meaning the bulk of the nutrients I consume comes from food that is processed as minimally as possible, and contains no added preservatives or artificial substances.
But as I’m standing in line waiting to pay for the freshly hand-ground almond butter that I now insist on eating daily, I see a woman using food stamps to get herself crab legs, shrimp and rib-eye, items not currently in my own budget, and I start to fume.
I’m not saying that the underprivileged don’t deserve luxury foods, or that the social-economics of a system designed to offset the cost of food for certain income brackets isn’t without its flaws.
All I want to do in this moment is to be smug in my own special class of entitlement and privilege, while buying my pint of almond butter with the free money I’m getting from another unscrupulous business, when really, the only action I should be practicing is gratitude.