So I went to the commissary earlier to pick up some prenatal vitamins for my wife. Don't get excited, nothing in the oven yet, however we will be starting on that path soon. Well, I pick up some other stuff in the mean time; I picked up a bag of jerky for the road (it's about a half hour to forty minute drive from base to home) and a twelve pack of Coke. I get to the cashier, and she says while holding the Coke, "You should put this back." Naturally I assume there is something wrong with it, like it's leaking or opened or something, but no, she says, "Your wife shouldn't be drinking this with the baby." That peeved me pretty good. This is a civilian, older, maybe in her fifties, American. So I don't doubt she knows her stuff. What peeved me was that she assumed and felt the need to control my situation. Here's the thing: 1. My wife does not drink soda or alcohol. The last time I ever saw her drink any form of alcohol was the champagne at our wedding, and that was just for show; she took a sip for the cameras and then switched to juice. She sticks to water and juice. I however am a soda guzzler and caffeine addict. I drink plenty of water and juice as well, but when I'm eating dinner or just hanging out, chances are I got a soda next to me. I work out quite a bit and brush my teeth, so while I won't say it's the healthiest habit in the world, I won't apologize for it either since I take measures to make sure it's not destroying me faster. 2. She is the cashier. I am the customer. I have been a cashier before, so trust me, I know the thoughts that go through one's head when you see someone coming through with certain items (best combo so far, a Roto-Rooter rental and an at-home enema kit). The only time I ever spoke up when I was working as a cashier was when a woman came through with bleach and an ammonia based cleaner and told her husband she was gonna mix them together and throw them on the tile. I had to give her a crash course on mustard gas. But to me, her job is to scan my items and take my money and then hand me a receipt. That's it. I am not an *******, I will engage in chit chat and if something is wrong with one of my items, tell me. But it is not her place to tell me what I can and cannot buy with my own money. I simply told her that my wife isn't pregnant yet and that the soda was for me, at which point she just shrugged and scanned everything through while I paid her. But I was absolutely fuming when I got back to the car. Am I overreacting or am I justified here?