I walked in during a conversation this customer was having with the Key Food cashier. Seems the woman rather than asking for help getting her cat’s preferred brand of cat food she instead compromised by getting one that was lower on the shelf. I hope the cat likes the food otherwise that’s going to be some food going to waste.
I occasionally like frosted mini wheats for breakfast, but lately they’ve been adding new flavors I’m guessing to appeal to kids and sell more cereal. For most of my life it’s just been the old school big mini wheats and the bite sized mini wheats. Now it seems there are no less than five other flavors like: blueberry muffin, “touch of fruit,” cinammon streusal (was just “cinammon” too plain?), chocolate little bite, maple and brown sugar, and strawberry delight. There’s also an unfrosted one which I’m guessing most supermarkets don’t want to carry.
Basically this just means that it’s a lot more likely that the one that I want (bite sized) won’t be in stock. Once again, the luxury of choice.
I know it’s a cliché the single person eating a tub of ice cream to comfort themselves when they’re feeling alone, but I wonder if ice cream sales really do go up on Valentine’s Day? I will investigate this tonight and report back later. I also if it depends on the region because I bet depending on where you are depends on how self conscious people are of being a cliché. Kind of like how I’m guessing the number of people having ironic Valentine’s Days varies according to your region.
It’s probably a sign that I’m getting old that I get really excited when this happens. Even if they go over and aren’t nice enough to only charge me for what I wanted I’ll still pay it without complaining, but it’s kind of like winning a mini lottery.
Between two supermarkets I couldn’t find any ground pork for the peking ravioli I was making for Chinese New Year. I ended up buying pork chops and cutting it up by myself with a cleaver which took a very long time. Yet Key Food does indeed have chicken feet sometimes and connective tissue stuff I think most people in my area wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. Another supermarket had halal meat, but none of them had ground pork. I could’ve tried going to some other supermarkets nearby but it was late and I was feeling lazy.
I suppose only relatively lazy because when I got home I cut up the pork, made the filling, and made dumpling skins by scratch
Actually I haven’t seen the guy from this comic since that day, but it occurred to me today when I was buying some cold cuts that it’s very likely we’ll cross paths again which might be awkward. If I buy the “new food” then he might bug me about it. If I don’t buy it then he might still bug me about it. Really there’s no ideal situation here.
Seriously, what would your first thought be if while waiting around the guy behind the deli counter at your local supermarket randomly said to you “Hey, do you like new food?”
I was waiting for some cold cuts when this guy walks in from outside and as he passes says “How are you today sir?” So I said I was fine. Then while I’m waiting he asks me if I like “new food.” I asked him what he meant by “new food.” So he tells me to grab a plastic spoon from the tray and he gives me a small spoonful of this kind of sort of chunky brown stuff. If you asked me I couldn’t honestly tell you if I thought it actually tasted good or not.
All that was running through my head was that no matter how good it was I still wasn’t in the mood to buy into this guy trying to push this food on me. Not just because whenever I look at the pre-cooked stuff inside the case at the deli counter I always think to myself “Who the hell buys this stuff from the supermarket???” The other thing I was trying to figure out was whether or not he was the source of a B.O. smell I noticed around the time he had entered.
I said it was pretty good, and he also offered a sample to Anna. He said he learned the recipe while traveling (I have no idea where to), and that it was a mixture of pastrami, two kinds of red peppers, olive oil and a bunch of other ingredients I don’t really remember. He also said that since it’s his, it’s only available when he’s working.
He wasn’t offended or anything when I said I was just getting sandwich stuff though.
Turns out when I was looking in their exact location I still didn’t see them. I think because I was looking for a different type of container for toothpicks. Still, I went through the entire supermarket trying to find the logical place for toothpicks. Finally I asked someone, and they didn’t know at first. They ended up being in the cleaning aisle over by light bulbs and stuff.
Why indeed.
Apparently I talk in my sleep. These were two separate incidents.
I don’t know if this is just me, but I’m always amused whenever I watch people buying only one or two items at the store. If a guy is buying just toilet paper, he probably really needs to use some toilet paper. If he’s buying just floss then I know he’s going to be flossing later. It’s like this small peek into their life, something I know about them for that brief moment. It’s because of this sort of thinking that I feel a little weird going down the street just holding one item as I come home from the supermarket. It’s like I want to give people around me as little information about me as possible. Of course I know that’s impossible because just looking at how a person dresses gives all sorts of information about them. Even still, I don’t feel the need to give more information.
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