So I purposely went to the grocery store Monday night, as opposed to Sunday, because traditionally Sundays are MADNESS at the grocery store.
So I come home from work, spend an hour with Lila, put her to bed… then head to the store… and cannot find a parking space. HUH?
Whatever. I find one after I loop a couple of times.
Are there carts? Yes. About 9. Weird.
I walk in and there are people EVERYWHERE. It’s crazy. It’s Monday night. At 7:30 p.m. Why are all of these people here?!
On my list are tissues. I stumble upon THESE gems.
They are triangular, food-themed Kleenexes.
Moving on. Just a couple more picture-worthy items… Next item on my list? Peanut butter. Oh, how I miss JIF. Care to see our selection?
Yes. Skippy. ALL Skippy. Shelves upon shelves of Skippy. Don’t insult me. Don’t put Skippy on every shelf. One shelf is sufficient. Four is unnecessary. Face it, grocery store: your peanut butter selection BLOWS.
Next, cake mix. Well, I suppose the cake selection would be FANTASTIC if I wanted to buy yellow cake, yellow cake and yellow cake. Notice: one brand, one flavor and SIX (not even complete) shelves of Betty Crocker yellow cake mix.
And, there were NO EGGS in the store last night. NONE.
NO EGGS. WHAT?!
NO EGGS. (GASP)
AND, I did find out why there were a TON of people at the grocery store. As it turns out the grocery store was giving away free chicken… which begs the question, “What is wrong with that chicken that they’re dropping it like it’s hot to all the locals?”
Needless to say, I didn’t get in the free chicken line…
Ah, viva Mexico.