Costco Fiasco

I'm feeling most irritated at the moment. We just returned home from Costco. My kids love going to Costco, because of the "ladies," as they call the women (and men) who serve food samples. "Look! There's a lady!" one of my three will call out with excitement at the first sighting of a product demonstrator. "Let's go see what she's handing out!" another will say with matched excitement. "Can we go over there now?! Can we? Can we please?" the third will beg. Today, one "lady" was serving Sunkist Fruit Gems. Of course, the kids wanted to taste the chewy, fruit-flavored candies, but it's been a difficult diabetes day. Jack fought a stubborn low this morning only to run high this afternoon. I picked up a package of Fruit Gems and read the nutrition label. Four pieces equaled 34 grams of carbohydrates. "Jack, just one little piece is 8 1/2 carbs. You're already running high. Let's take a sample home with us, and you can enjoy it later when your blood sugar is lower," I suggested. "I can eat four of those gems, and they do nothing to my blood sugar level," the "lady" chimed in. "Did she really just say that?!" I thought to myself. I began to steam. "See mom," Jack said. "They do nothing to her." I began to boil at this point. Why did that "lady" have to intervene? "Honey, they're practically pure sugar. They'll elevate your blood sugar. They're not a good choice right now. You're already running high." "I'm telling you I'm a diabetic, and they do nothing to me," the "lady" added. Just what we needed to hear. I was beyond boiling at this point. I wanted to grab the package of string cheese in my cart and hit her over the head with it. Who messes with a mom and her kid?! Especially when that mom is talking about blood sugar?! It was obvious I was concerned about a health condition. I wasn't denying my son a snack to be mean. I was trying to protect his well-being. This "lady" should have known better. "Thank you for the information," I replied as politely as I could, "but he has type 1 diabtes and you probaby have type two." "Oh," she said with a look of confusion. "One piece of this candy will send his blood sugar level soaring," I explained, holding back my emotions. "At his age, he has diabetes?" she asked. She shook her head in what appeared to be disgust, as if I had caused his condition, and muttered, "Sheesh, poor thing. Well, I can eat four of them." "Well, good for you!" I wanted to scream. I simply thanked her for the sample, walked away as fast as I could and then took a breather in another section of the store. "You won't believe what that lady just said to us!" I told Gregg. Tears began to well in my eyes, as I recalled the conversation. Why do others feel the need to put in their two cents? The "lady" clearly did not understand the differences between type 1 and type 2. She acted as though she was surprised that a child Jack's age could actually have diabetes. I'm convinced she thought he has the same disease that she has. I know she was just trying to sell her product and be helpful. But she wasn't! She made matters worse. She intervened, when she should have shut up. Grrrrrrr!! The next time we're in Costco, hopefully that "lady" will mind her own business! Or I might just grab my package of string cheese and clobber her!