"Oh, I don't like them."
"That's o.k. How about your mom?"
The woman gestures to Jackie. And we burst out laughing.
"Well, she is my mother-in-law*..."
We were in the "down town" Superstore after dropping Paul off at Hackerspace. During our house hut, it was our grocery store when evaluating houses in the area. Supposedly, it's still the closest one to us, but I'd only been in a couple times since -- mad dashes to pick something up for a party...
With Jackie interested in the strange things in our stores and working out exchanges / comparing prices, we took a leisurely long look while "doing the shop".
I expected a box store cookie, but there were differences. This store was smaller... the layout was in mirror... they carry whole wheat couscous!
That last one was quite appealing, but seemed to come at a high cost: Many of the things I usually buy weren't even stocked. Not that I'm particularly brand loyal...
Anyway, now I know (and Jackie knows, and you know) where to go when whole wheat couscous is needed.
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* There wasn't even that for Charlotte and Catherine.
1 comment:
This reminds me of the time when a guy printing out a portrait I'd taken of you thought you were my daughter. Apparently, there's something of the oriental in our genes.
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