To the lady who just HAD to stop what she was doing and continue her boring ass story to her co-worker who obviously didn't care much more than a rat's ass than I did - can't you just talk AND cut my fricken Jeannie-O sliced turkey please. 1/2 pound ... did I stutter.
I must though apologize to the woman I laughed out loud at who walked behind me as I was squeezing the tuna packed in water (you know to find the fresh one) and yelled - "WHERE DOES THE COOL WHIP GO" to somebody in the next aisle. Sorry ... just thought it was funny.
Why do the makers of Salsa think that "Thick and Chunky" is any sort of selling point to me. I may go against the grain on this one ... but come on ... shouldn't there be a "Not to Thick and Not to Chunky" versions for the rest of us. And if you think there is and they call it hot sauce ... fuck you!
How in the heck am I supposed to eat a 10 pound bag of brown potatoes before they start growing those spore plants on that one episode of star trek where spock falls in love.
Culligan or Brita ... yeah, me too!
Crap ... come to think of it ... I'm sure I had 17 items.
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