Grocery shopping shenanigans – such confusion and disorientation… Somehow, my experiences in grocery stores are like metaphors for my life. Take this weekend’s exchange, for example. I asked the lovely employee if he could assist me in finding corn meal. He looked at me as if I had asked where I could sign up for a kidney transplant, so I explained that it is a coarse flour made of corn. A swift flash of recognition crossed his face before he darted off to grab two colleagues. Within a split second three employees were looking at me like I had asked where to sign up for a kidney transplant. I explain again about the properties of corn meal and the resulting savory bread, trying to entice them to make the item appear.
Manager: “We have peanut but-tah, would you like to see that?”
Me: “Umm… Yeah, maybe.”
And then there was this incident with the razors. They look pretty innocent, right?
Look closely at the security tag on the back.
Dang, Gina, I never would have thought of that! Until they suggested it, of course.