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doomsey and I went to a wedding. Because there was a long break between the ceremony and the reception and because the wedding was in a suburb not far from us, we decided to make a Trader Joe's run. Well, that particular visit was full of fail.
Fail #1:doomsey pulled a bag of salad off a refrigerated shelf. Either it was already open or it split open. The end result? A bag full of spinach leaves on the floor. *makes random intercom noises* (Clean up on aisle #1 please).
Fail #2: The store had a bunch of samples along the back wall. I grabbed an eclair, grabbed a small serving size of cherry cider, turned around, and discovered that my cart was no longer there. Where was my cart?doomsey came back bearing two handfuls of stuff and couldn't find it either. It turns out that another customer had grabbed it thinking that it was hers. The lady manning the stand at the back of the store saw who grabbed it and told us where we could find it. Note: up until the store clerk pointed out what had happened, I thought that either I was going nuts or I was having an early senior moment and forgot where I put my cart.
doomsey and I went to a wedding. Because there was a long break between the ceremony and the reception and because the wedding was in a suburb not far from us, we decided to make a Trader Joe's run. Well, that particular visit was full of fail.Fail #1:
doomsey pulled a bag of salad off a refrigerated shelf. Either it was already open or it split open. The end result? A bag full of spinach leaves on the floor. *makes random intercom noises* (Clean up on aisle #1 please).Fail #2: The store had a bunch of samples along the back wall. I grabbed an eclair, grabbed a small serving size of cherry cider, turned around, and discovered that my cart was no longer there. Where was my cart?
doomsey came back bearing two handfuls of stuff and couldn't find it either. It turns out that another customer had grabbed it thinking that it was hers. The lady manning the stand at the back of the store saw who grabbed it and told us where we could find it. Note: up until the store clerk pointed out what had happened, I thought that either I was going nuts or I was having an early senior moment and forgot where I put my cart.