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I hate shopping. However,
Mark had sent me grocery shopping on Labor Day. We were needing a few things
and I figured the store wouldn't be so busy on a holiday. It was busy, very
busy. So there I am wandering the aisles of the Jewel Store with Mark's grocery
list in my hand. Should be easy, he gave me a list. Problem was that Mark
didn't group the items he wanted by aisle. That's how any sane person would do
it. Instead I was wandering back and forth across the vast store looking for
paper towels, then T-bone steaks, and then over to the pork and beans aisle.
Near the end of the list, when I was in the ice cream aisle, I realized that I
had to go back and get tomatoes which were way back on the other side of the
store. Oh, and I forgot to mention that almost every other item on the list, I
had to call Mark and ask him to explain his writing. He writes in a code of some sort that
I'm expected to decipher.
Ice cream marshmallow
Cheese
Soda 4 10
Never heard of marshmallow
ice cream. What kind of cheese? And what the hell is 4 10 soda? Anyway, on my
way back over to the produce department to buy the tomatoes, I witnessed a very
large man with a beard at the kosher meat counter. A big manly, man, with that
fake dyed red hair that is popular on Judge Judy litigants. He was wearing sequined
construction boots and a dress. Just out there, doing his shopping in his best
get up, not giving a damn what anybody thought. He made my day.
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