The last thing I want to do on the Memorial Day weekend is grocery shop. Only an idiot would do this if they were: 1. retired and could do it during the week (like me) or 2. a curmudgeon who avoids crowds like the plague (again, me).
But it was my Sainted wife's week to cook and since grocery shopping is anathema to her, we were pretty much out of everything edible except Tiger, the Wonder Cat's Kabibbles.
Our local grocery store has a great selection and great prices, but because it is run by some magical combination of inept AND cheap people, the aisles are not very wide, and following a recent redo of the entire store that moved things all around HAVEN'T EVEN GOT NEW AISLE SIGNS YET (note: "recent" to Joe Inept and Fred Cheap is 4 months...and counting). So confusion, bothersome slow-moving old ladies, texting kids not watching where they were going and general chaos reigned.
I am proud to say I only ran down two of the old ladies with my cart and pushed aside only one pimply texter. Given the circumstances, I think I was quite restrained.
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