I'll take balsamic for $2.63
When I was at the grocery store this evening, one of my lean cuisines would not ring up. It was the balsamic chicken for those of you who need those sort of details. The lad in the check out asked me if I remembered the price. I did not. So then he got really nervous and frazzled. He kept staring at me and repeatedly shrugged his shoulders in utter confusion. I didn't know what he wanted from me. Perhaps he was hoping I would say I just didn't want it...? But I did, I love the risotto, and the mini side of apple crisp. So then he ran away to check the price. Nine hours later he came back and told me he couldn't find it. He was really scared now. So he stared some more. I still want the damn leanie! Then he asked me if it was the last one. How the hell would I know, I don't grab a product and then take inventory of what I am leaving behind, ass clown. So I told him I didn't check. Then he asked if he should just make it a dollar. I slowly replied, in a monotone (of course), "shhhhhure, ooookay." Then the bagger said she would just run and check the price. While she was off doing that... the boy, if you will, basically put his face in his palms and shook his head while repeating, "watch, I know she'll find it." She came back with the price. It was $2.63 if this happens to anyone else and they need to know.