bourbon jelly
At Carrefour today I was standing in the line at the exit counters when the cashier suddenly disappeared.
It was an intensely magical feat. She darted around a pillar and she was gone. I didn't even need to blink. She had simply vanished into empty air. I and the rest of the queue stood around like idiots, waiting for her to reappear in a burst of flaming sparks and cheese.
She returned five minutes later bearing two large broccolis in two plastic bags with price tags taped on them. It seems that she had disappeared to perform her adopted function as errand-runner for clueless old women who don't know that they need to weigh their broccoli at supermarkets before they buy them, even though everything but the things that need weighing have already been pasted with a price tag. Perhaps Clueless Old Woman assumed they were free.
I wouldn't have been quite so bitter about this if the clueless old woman in question didn't have her hair sprayed BRIGHT BLUE.
Obviously she wanted to make an impression as part of the hip younger crowd. But I'd rather she stuck to washing her hair with the usual stuff and cleared out with her purchases without making all of us wait for the poor cashier to run away with her broccoli and run back so that she can pay for her food. My bag was quite heavy, you know! Why don't I pelt you with it!
And all I wanted was a damn cup of bourbon jelly.
It was an intensely magical feat. She darted around a pillar and she was gone. I didn't even need to blink. She had simply vanished into empty air. I and the rest of the queue stood around like idiots, waiting for her to reappear in a burst of flaming sparks and cheese.
She returned five minutes later bearing two large broccolis in two plastic bags with price tags taped on them. It seems that she had disappeared to perform her adopted function as errand-runner for clueless old women who don't know that they need to weigh their broccoli at supermarkets before they buy them, even though everything but the things that need weighing have already been pasted with a price tag. Perhaps Clueless Old Woman assumed they were free.
I wouldn't have been quite so bitter about this if the clueless old woman in question didn't have her hair sprayed BRIGHT BLUE.
Obviously she wanted to make an impression as part of the hip younger crowd. But I'd rather she stuck to washing her hair with the usual stuff and cleared out with her purchases without making all of us wait for the poor cashier to run away with her broccoli and run back so that she can pay for her food. My bag was quite heavy, you know! Why don't I pelt you with it!
And all I wanted was a damn cup of bourbon jelly.
posted by the zen thing at 6:03 pm
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