Tonight Marty asked me to go to the store and pick up some ice cream. Our new favorite kind of ice cream--black raspberry and chocolate chunk. Yum!
Anyway, I decided that while I was there I might as well pick up some other things that we've run out of. Not a full grocery trip. Just a quick one.
After about 10 minutes I was checking out--I had some fruit, the ice cream (of course!), a couple six-packs of soda (on sale), and frozen entrees for mine and Marty's lunches.
I admit, I laughed at my cart full of food. But I wasn't expecting to have the checkout lady say, "Wow, you really must not cook!" That kind of bugged me. Heck, I wasn't even buying any beef jerky!
1 comment:
I'm sorry it bugged you. But I think it's hilarious! Thank you for sharing.
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