We went and got groceries yesterday afternoon. It was much more fun this time, although I forgot to take the camera again to take picture of the bird balls. They were gone at any rate.
Yes, in the freezer section, near the meat, was an end bin with packages containing two huge frozen balls of… something wrapped up and all the label said was “BIRD BALLS”. I know what they meant, and what they were for, but I bet a lot of people did a double-take.
Before you read much further, you have to go here and read the comment my friend Glenda left yesterday morning.
Back now? Okay, good.
By the time we got to the checkout, we were in a jolly mood still, and I hunted for just the right checkout girl and not The Mean One. (Later Emma told me that maybe her heart was too small that day.) I was considerably pleased to find one of my favorite cashiers working. We alwyas have a great chat with this one. We were partyway through our huge load and I had alreayd given apologetic smailes to the sad and eternally patient lady behind us.
Then Glenda & Katie showed up. “Don’t let this one skip ahead!” I joked with the lady behind me. I’ll give her credit – she did crack a bit of a smile. Glenda and I had a bit of a laugh – yes, we were talking over heads of people, loudly. (man, I bet the kids were so embarrassed. Or just used to it.)
I got to the total, which was not bad. “We’re not supposed to tell you,” the clerk said in a stage-whisper, “But if you spend over $200, you get a free gift card.” Crap, I’d forgotten! This is also the good part about being nice to clerks. She told me to go grab some more stuff and my head whipped around in a panic. There’s ever-patient lady behind me. There’s Glenda with three items behind her.
“QUICK! GLENDA! GIMME YER STUFF!”
So I paid for her things, then I needed cash back, and we had to re-do the totals and I swear the lady behind me needs a nice award. We got away from there lickety split after that. No sense pushing our luck. 😀
Later, Emma and I were over at the mall where a guy in a Deluxe Santa Suit was making his rounds. Emma said hi in her chipper way as most kids stood there stunned. After he jingled his way around the corner, she said to me, “I know Santa’s not real, but I still believe in him anyway.”
Me too honey.
On our way to the car, she said, “Darn it, I forgot to give him a free hug.”