We went to the grocery store tonight to pick up food for Christmas dinner. It has been crazy at any store lately because of the frenzy around the holiday. Not sure why it seems worse this year. We waited until after 8 p.m. thinking it would be less busy at the grocery store.
It wasn't. And the shelves looked like Soviet Union grocery stores in the 1980s. Everything had been picked over and there wasn't much left to choose from
But the weird thing I noticed was that we picked a time when...how do I put this delicately...none of the beautiful people were shopping. It was ugly out there and I don't mean that metaphorically. Now I realize I was out there shopping so I shouldn't be talking, but it just seemed someone had gone wild with an ugly stick. I felt like we were seriously shopping in the shallow end of the gene pool.
I realize this makes me seem shallow, but it wasn't like we were shopping in a Walmart where you'd expect to see people so ugly that if your dog looked like them you'd shave it's ass and make it walk backward. This was a QFC in a relatively upscale area. But I kept thinking I was in a carnival sideshow and Joseph Merrick was going to come limping down the isle lisping, "I am not an animal! I am a man."
Oh well, it is the Christmas season. God rest ye merry gentlemen.
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