Yesterday I encountered a blatant injustice. And my conscience would not let me pass by this fact. And, naturally, I intervened.
Just everything in order. I love homemade products and always go to the market on Sundays and buy milk, eggs, homemade chicken, vegetables and fruits.
It may not be as beautiful as in the supermarket, and somewhere the apple has drowned the worm, but I know that these products are much healthier and tastier than the store. And so this time. I came to the market, it is not very big and from afar I heard some noise in the dairy row.
I came closer and what do I see, near the grandmother from whom I always take milk, there is a crowd of people and a woman, all so fancy, shouts at the grandmother:
-What do you think you’re doing? You charge three skins for your milk, and you get it for nothing? Everyone else’s milk is cheaper, but why is it so expensive for you?
The grandmother tried to prove something to the woman, but she was stronger and more insolent in her aggression. People watched in silence.
And it must be said that the grandmother was indeed selling her milk at a slightly higher price than the others. But what kind of milk it was! It was fat, sweet, and incredibly delicious. From a three-liter can of milk I used to make 700 ml of thick and delicious sour cream. And the cottage cheese from this milk was just gorgeous. I went over and turned to the screaming woman and said:
-“First of all, don’t poke grandma, she’s much older than you.
-Secondly, it’s her product and she has every right to ask for it at the price she wants. If you don’t like something, just walk past it and buy it where you like and where the price is right. You’re not going to yell at the store clerk and demand an expensive sausage for the price of a cheap one, are you?
– And thirdly, if you think that milk comes for free, nothing and no one prevents you to go to the countryside, have a cow and get free milk.
The woman could not find an answer to my fiery speech and went away cursing to herself. And I calmed down my grandmother, bought her wonderful milk and went home in good spirits. Such a story happened to me.
