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Wherein I Confuse The Cashier At Shaws
So tonight I was shopping for groceries for the next few days. I think the cashier wasn't accustomed to seeing one guy buy:
5 jars and refrigerated containers of chunky salsa
3 boxes of various forms of high fiber cereal
3 bags of vegetarian meat substitute/ground beef alternative
3 boxes of snack packs of dried raisins and cranberries
Multiple cans of low-sodium beans
Aaaaaaaaaaand a gallon of skim milk.
I could see her sort of looking back and forth over the groceries, big question mark floating in air over her head, as I was swiping my credit card. Thought about saying "WE PARTY TONIGHT!!!" but I decided that, for once, I'd just hush my mouth and not melt some poor stranger's brain.
5 jars and refrigerated containers of chunky salsa
3 boxes of various forms of high fiber cereal
3 bags of vegetarian meat substitute/ground beef alternative
3 boxes of snack packs of dried raisins and cranberries
Multiple cans of low-sodium beans
Aaaaaaaaaaand a gallon of skim milk.
I could see her sort of looking back and forth over the groceries, big question mark floating in air over her head, as I was swiping my credit card. Thought about saying "WE PARTY TONIGHT!!!" but I decided that, for once, I'd just hush my mouth and not melt some poor stranger's brain.