Late Night at the Grocery Store

Although I had a fridge full of food, there was just one little thing I needed so I made a quick late-night trip to the grocery store.  I arrived just a few minutes before closing time and was pretty much the only customer there.

I walked up and down the aisles searching for the random item until finally I got to the potato chip aisle where there was a fellow doing stocking.  He was busy and I hated to bother him but finally I did.

"Do you stock everything in the store or just Pringles?" I asked.

Adorable bag courtesy of Jan and Steve Miller

"Everything."  He kept right on working.

"Could you tell me where the apple cider vinegar is?"

"Yes."

"I thought so."

"How?"  As he asked, he turned and looked at me.

"You have the look of a smart man about ya."  I said.

The guy froze.  His face broke out into this gigantic grin.  He put down the can of Pringles, came over and gave me a hug.  Then he said, "I'm going to personally walk you across the store to the vinegar."  As he started to walk, he turned around and said, "...and we're going to hold hands."

And that's just what we did.

As he left me looking at the selection of vinegars, I thought maybe I'd improved his evening.  I knew he had improved mine.

I love my life.

At the Grocery Store

A new grocery store just opened up in our neighborhood, and I went there to check it out.  I was zooming around looking at the specials when an older guy stopped me and told me he'd forgotten his glasses.  He asked me if I could read the expiration date on a glass jar of grapefruit sections.

"You're good," I said. "It doesn't expire until May of '13."

"I don't know why my wife lets me come to the grocery store alone," he replied.  Then he told me this story:

"The last time I came shopping I was in a rush.  I didn't even take my wallet, I just stuck my debit card in my pocket.  Of course I forgot my glasses, I always do.  After I found what I wanted, I stood in line at the check out. 

When it was my turn, the cashier swiped my bank card and it was denied.  She swiped it again but it still didn't work. I knew I had money in my account so I was confused.  Why wouldn't my card work?  I asked her to try it again.  For the third time she tried it and for the third time it was rejected. 

Just then the guy behind me tapped me on the shoulder and said, 'Sir, that card will never work.' 

'Why?' 

'Because it's your driver's license.'"