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The people you meet in the checkout lane:
*Four missionaries yelling at each other
*The twit in front of me, cashing her $700 paycheck in the express lane.
*The other twit in front of me, aka Secret Agent Man. "No, that's the FBI. You need to contact the Salt Lake PD, blahblah, blahblah." And then when someone knocks over a sign with a loud crack, he jumps a foot in the air, "Oh, I thought it was a gunshot." I did not ask where the Pink Panther was.
*Four missionaries yelling at each other
*The twit in front of me, cashing her $700 paycheck in the express lane.
*The other twit in front of me, aka Secret Agent Man. "No, that's the FBI. You need to contact the Salt Lake PD, blahblah, blahblah." And then when someone knocks over a sign with a loud crack, he jumps a foot in the air, "Oh, I thought it was a gunshot." I did not ask where the Pink Panther was.