Why does no one at the post office flinch when a shady looking man comes through the metal detector with his hands in his coat pockets and sets off all the sirens? He mailed his package to Pakistan with one hand still in his pocket and then left through the metal detectors again, setting them off...and no one flinched again. Is that normal? Did I just dodge death...again?
I think that all veg heads should look for their potential partner in Whole Foods while they're grocery shopping. Clearly you have more than one thing in common if you're both shopping there and both perusing the gluten free baking mixes. It just makes sense. Although I was scared today while picking up collard greens (for MLK day!) that the creepy looking man beside me, that was also buying greens, was going to strike up an awkward conversation...so maybe people already do that and I'm just out of the loop. That could explain the hard to find parking on Friday nights...
Why is everyone in this town in such a hurry to get where they're going...yet when they get there (in the store) they stop dead in their tracks and seem lost. More than a dozen times in an outing, I get stuck behind a woman in an aisle or doorway that is staring off into space perhaps wondering why she is there or what this store actually sells. It makes no sense.
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