cookbooks

At Kino yesterday, at the gift-wrapping counter:

'Excuse me, I think that's my roast chicken on the shelf behind you.'

The saleslady stared at him.

'In that Cold Storage plastic bag.'

The saleslady wrapping my book stared at him too.

'Excuse me?' the other saleslady said.

'I think you have my roast chicken, it's in that Cold Storage plastic bag behind you,' said the guy. He looked like a big stubbled family man and he was twice my height. 'I left it in the store just now.'

The two saleladies looked at each other, and the saleslady wrapping my book went back to wrapping my book, and we sort of giggled at each other.

The other saleslady, somewhat bemused probably, said, 'Where did you leave it?'

'At the tarot section, I think. Yeah, tarot section, across the science section...'

'Wait a while,' said the saleslady. The guy got his roast chicken back.




Who remembers that one about Julie leaving her baby in the supermarket?