Another Food Lion Trip

Patti Anne said she'd give me a dollar if I went to Food Lion and picked up some chicken and potato salad. So off to Food Lion I went, glibly, no thought to what may happen.

What may happen at a grocery store? A supermarket, really. Let's call it what it is.

Ok, I walked in and was hit with bright flouresence, and an old E.L.O. song on the audio system. The song was pretty cool, and next thing you know I was lost in it, and it wasnt even interrupted by any kind of weird announcement. So I walked around, pushing a cart, lost in the song, remembering times past, forgetting for an instant where I was, not to mention the chicken and the potato salad, and then it began.

I began to notice that at least half the people were half crazed. Now, by my calculation, that means at least 1/4 of the total amount of people in that store were all crazed, and that is just to many for my sense of safety. People stood where I needed to go, and would not leave, no matter how long I paced back and forth. I almost bumped into people. I looked up and caught a huge man, like a cross between a brick wall and a tele-tubby, glaring at me. When I looked out into the parking lot I could see a half dozen zombie like creatures approaching, in dishelved corporate casual clothing, and it was kind of frightening. When I checked out, the teenager who rang up the groceries told me how much it was, then pretty much forgot I was there. That was interesting, I can't remember that happening before.

I'm no holier than thou, if you want to take a couple of tokes before going to work, that's up to you, but at least remember to put my groceries back in the cart. Oh, and take my money. The transaction is not over until the groceries are in the cart, and you take my money. In fact one may argue that taking my money is the most important part of the transaction. That can be debated, there are several parts to a transaction, they all have to happen, so how can you put more weight on one part than on another. That might be what they call an individual decision. Anyway. As a cashier, you'll find your life is easier if you let the customers pay.

(That reminds me, one time I pulled up to a McDonald's drive in, gave the gal my money, got my change, then left.)

Food-Lion in Valdese is just a strange experience. But I hope I'm the one that is strange.