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Tuesday, December 09, 2003I hate shopping for food... (Another resolution: figure out why the heck my titles no longer show up.) Today the local grocery store was filled with strange people. More so than usual for my part of the world, which is saying quite a bit. First, there's the nice looking, very sweet, older couple who were shopping ahead of me. You know the drill...usually there is one person or group who you end up following all over the store like some sort of deranged stalker. They wanted everything I did, which would have been perfectly cool if the older gent didn't insist on poking everything with his cane. The bottom of his cane. The part that thumps along spit and cigarette strewn parking lots. You know...the part you wouldn't want touching your potential food items. It would have been OK, really, if he didn't poke the vegetables as well as the cans and meats. Then there was the gentleman who, trying to smush everything on the half inch of conveyer belt I'd left him, dropped his boxed sandwich. The box sprung open, throwing the contents all over the floor. He didn't even blink an eye, just slopped everything back in, gave the box a good shake for measure, then carried it back to the case to get another sandwich. I looked and realized that the cashier was studiously *not* looking, so closed my mouth, prayed that the sandwich looks messed up enough that it won't troll in some other luckless victim, and resolved never, ever to buy a boxed sandwich ever again. Anyway, now I'm trying to warm myself up, and convince myself that blogging, while wonderful and fun is not helping me get things done. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 1:10 PM 0 comments |