Alpo
I made a quick jaunt to the grocery story on the way home last night. This particular grocery store is one I frequent on my drive home because it’s, well, right on the way. It is, however, not in the best part of town. All sorts of interesting people shop there.
They have a Coinstar machine in the entryway which there is ALWAYS somebody using. I’m not sure what the desire is to turn a bunch of change into a smaller amount of bills is - after all, the bank will do it for you - hell, a couple of them in town even will count the change for you! I suppose when you’re looking for a quick score of cigs, it’s the only thing that will do.
Yesterday checking out I had three items, and I got behind a lady who was just having her last item finished ringing. Of course, as soon as her last item scanned my stuff slid right on up the belt in front of her, much out of my proximity and much closer to her. This normally doesn’t bother me, but I also didn’t want any of her moustache hair falling on my stuff. I was hoping she’d hurry up and get-r-dun.
No such luck. She spent forever trying to find the money in her purse to pay for her bounty. What was her bounty? A four pack of toilet paper and a BAJILLION cans of Alpo. Seriously, there were probably 50 mega sized cans of alpo there. So either this lady eats Alpo, or, more likely, she has a very large number of canines. Or both. Who really knows?
The sweet time she took finding her money was superceded by the sweet time she took replacing her change back into her purse. In the meantime, she dropped her receipt on the floor, oblivious. She also got a checkout coupon, which she had a tight grip on. I can only assume it was for Alpo.
After finalizing her purse transaction, she drug herself - mumu and all, out the store. I literally had got my items rung up, paid for by credit card, bagged, signed, etc and was out the front door before she was even half way there.
Perhaps she was just busy daydreaming about all of the fantastic ways to cook up a can of Alpo.
February 10th, 2005 at 8:35 am
i’ve heard about old women that eat cat food or dog food on a regular basis. usually their the ones who die, and their cats live off her rotting carcas and turn feral, and then animal cops on animal planet have to go and get the vicious cats.
February 21st, 2005 at 9:17 am
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