And check-out lines, (and the resident reef-shoals of "magazines"), are good reason to wedge that cyanide capsule inside your cheek before leaving Produce.
If you're going to start screaming, "check-out" ~ The Wall, The Chute, Ellis Island ~ is probly going to be the place.
The "produce" is the last part I "understand", 'cept the beer and wine. Produce seems to be, really, the only part you can make any food out of. (And if you get to the beer and wine, you won't need to make dinner anyway.) But they make you struggle clear across the store from where you came in, and where the produce is ("are"?), to get to "the salve".
Mary Jane usually goes (obviously), but the last time I was in "Safeway" (yah-right), (yep-it's "holiday season"), ~ I almost punched open my box-o-wine in the line.
Hooh-whee it is horrible.
Punched open the people in front of me instead.
(Was either/or.) |
