The woman standing next to me in the dairy aisle didn’t share my enthusiasm.
She seemed not to understand she was witnessing one of my greatest personal triumphs.
She did not congratulate me; in fact, she told me not to hug her ever again.
She didn’t care that there, on the bottom shelf next to the butter, lay proof that my voice had been heard.
Stonyfield had listened to me.
Yes, this is a tale of yogurt and the power of free speech, two things I’m in favor of but rarely think about simultaneously. Through my input, I effected meaningful change in the yogurt industry.