Making foodies look bad

I was at Granville Island today for another International Writers and Readers Festival event, so I took advantage of the opportunity to do some special grocery shopping at the market. Russ checked out a website and gave me a list of sausages (2 andouille, 6 duck and port, 6 Turkish lamb, and 6 wild boar chorizo) he wanted from a particular vender, so I line up at the counter. When one of the clerks offers to help me, I just handed over Russ' list.

"Having a party?" asks the stocky white-haired man beside me at the counter.

"No, just stocking up. I think most of these are going into the freezer."

"We don't have any of the wild boar today," the man behind the counter tells me.

"Just skip that one, then. Thanks."

"You shouldn't freeze them. You should never freeze anything. Buy it all fresh and eat it right away," the white-haired man sounds stern.

I shrug: "Well, we don't get out here very often, and my partner really likes these fancy sausages. We don't have anything like this in our neighbourhood."

"Ma'am, we only have two of the Turkish sausages," says the man behind the counter.

"Oh, no problem. Um, I'll take the two Turkish and four of those other lamb sausages, the spicy ones."

"You should move closer," the white-haired man continues.

I laugh a little and respond: "I don't think I'm going to move just to be closer to the sausages."

"Right now I'm building a house in France because that's the lifestyle I want to live near. France has the best food. You should live close to the lifestyle you want."

Ignoring the fact that the occasional desire for fancy sausages has now become a lifestyle, I try again to just blow him off with an easy answer: "I don't think we can afford to live down here anyway."

"Then make more money," he isn't kidding.

"Anything else for you?" the man behind the counter asks me.

"No, thank you," I hand over my credit card, "I think I've gotten more than I needed here today."