I saw a woman in a slinky backed black sweater eating a bowl of cereal. Not a teeny sample cup. A regular sized bowl I think she must have brought from home (or maybe not). She had an opened carton of milk and one of those giant economy bags of multi-colored cereal (the kind kids are admonished not to eat) wedged in her cart. She very happily munched and strolled the frozen food section. When I checked out I spied her at the haircut counter. No sign of cereal, milk, or bowl. Her purse wasn't that big. I wonder what she did with the leftovers.
I saw raisin bread that had been marked up $.48 a loaf since the last time. Seriously? Is there some kind of shriveled fruit shortage? Shriveled fruit boycott? Do I have to switch brands? But, no, the competitor's brand had the same jacked up price. I must have discovered a raisin bread cartel! This should be an election issue.
I saw the cashier with the horrible/pitiful facial disfigurement. What courage it must have taken to simply apply for a job in the public eye. I applaud her and defend her right to be there. However, and this may get me drawn and quartered, she's not a very good cashier. She is slow, easily distracted, makes mistakes, and is not very polite.
I saw the zebra striped washcloths and FINALLY bought them!
I saw the sweet cart guy, who I'm beginning to believe is deaf. If he's there he always fetches a cart for me as I hobble into the store. If he sees me coming out he hands me bags as I load the backseat. He has a terrific smile and his face is almost always chapped red in the cold. He wears a really big coat.
I saw raisin bread that had been marked up $.48 a loaf since the last time. Seriously? Is there some kind of shriveled fruit shortage? Shriveled fruit boycott? Do I have to switch brands? But, no, the competitor's brand had the same jacked up price. I must have discovered a raisin bread cartel! This should be an election issue.
I saw the cashier with the horrible/pitiful facial disfigurement. What courage it must have taken to simply apply for a job in the public eye. I applaud her and defend her right to be there. However, and this may get me drawn and quartered, she's not a very good cashier. She is slow, easily distracted, makes mistakes, and is not very polite.
I saw the zebra striped washcloths and FINALLY bought them!
I saw the sweet cart guy, who I'm beginning to believe is deaf. If he's there he always fetches a cart for me as I hobble into the store. If he sees me coming out he hands me bags as I load the backseat. He has a terrific smile and his face is almost always chapped red in the cold. He wears a really big coat.
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