NaBloPoMo, Day 24
As much as I love (read, loath) grocery shopping at Food 4 Less in general and for Thanksgiving in particular, it’s all the more enjoyable when you get to do it twice. After nearly an hour of slogging up and down the aisles, with just one item away from the finish line, I left my cart for about two minutes to choose a cheap white wine for making turkey stock. When I came back, it was obvious someone had ransacked my cart and I could tell things were missing.
I knew who the culprit was too, since I’d seen a store employee nearly pilfer another shopper’s cart earlier. This guy was way too enthusiastic in his duties, cruising the aisles for abandoned carts and returning merchandise to the shelves. Inexplicably, there was no rhyme or reason to the items he removed from my cart. This meant I had to start at the beginning and reconcile my list to what he’d left in the cart. Talk about a pain in the ass.
That reminds me of the time you were in San Diego for Thanksgiving, and had to guard the turkey you were picking up at the grocery store from assorted shoppers who kept swooping in trying to steal it from you cart. Apparently they’d forgotten to order their own in time, and the store was sold out.
You could have saved yourself a lot of trouble–and cooking–if you had just come to Kentucky for turkey day. And no matter how good it gets there–and I know it gets reeeeealy good—you still don’t have Frickles.