Talk about stranger in a strange land, I walked in through the exit. Then I had to ask where the carts were (outside adjacent to the door I should have used to get inside). Instead I picked up one of the plastic baskets used by shoppers with short lists!
I like my bananas nearly ripe. Everything on display was green. I got the least green bunch of the bunch. Disappointment.
I looked for strawberries, but there were none visible. I asked a man working in the produce department where they were? He displayed the kind of anguish employees normally reserve for each other when discussing the boss’s shortcomings. He told me my eyes weren’t lying.
Exactly how many different type of Dawn dishwashing liquid do we need? Don’t they understand choices like this… choices with no right or wrong answer… only serve to slow me down?
The woman behind me in the checkout line was buying a live lobster. Maybe he ate the strawberries?