The 'Speaking' Shopping Trolley

All the Carrefour counters had long queues. It did not matter which one i was in- it would always seem to move slower than all the others. Standing with a trolley full of grocery, i was irked by this lady who shoved her way into the queue. No apologies, no sign language of politeness. I decided to keep quiet- she had just a few items in her trolley.
As the queue moved slowly, she started getting impatient. We happened to make eye contact and she made a hand gesture to show that she had a flight to catch. I looked at her trolley again- she was carrying chocolates- Toffifee, Lindt, Quality Street, and surprisingly, a couple of kilos of ginger. I concluded, may be ginger is not so easily available at her destination. The lady seemed Iranian from the way she was wearing her head scarf, but i could be wrong. She managed to cut the queue once again, and thanked me, for our mute conversation, in a language i did not understand.
As she was paying, i looked around at the trolleys around me. It was sea, an ocean and yet, each one so distinctive. Trolleys spoke so much about the person/ family towing it, paying for its contents.

The gentlemen ahead of me seemed to have just moved here because they were buying mop, clothes stand, ironing board, ready-made pizza, bath robe...

The trolley in the next queue was full of butter- yes, packs and packs of a Danish brand of butter. The wildest guess was that the guy owned a shop elsewhere and was buying butter in bulk here to save money.

The trolley behind me definitely belonged to a family that was not vegan. There were packs of meat in different forms, milk, bread, eggs, some fruits, packs of chips and long life juices. And then there was another one that had bought clothes in bulk.

It was so interesting, so educating in a way. Yet, at the same time, i wondered if i would like to be assessed, judged, and inferred by anyone based upon the contents of my trolley. I am pretty sure i do not want to tell a stranger or even an acquaintance the brand of rice i eat, the soap i buy, the shampoo  i use, the cereal  i prefer, or the fruits i can afford (thanks to most fruits now priced at AED 25 and above!)- they are all too personal....
I think, just like the family cabins in the restaurants, the check-out counters should be closed cabins (weird thought, i know!), giving us the privacy of our decisions.