We've made our annual migration to the retirement community (Florida). Life here is different, and we try to see the humor in it all. I hope you will, too.
The Grocery Store (yes, Publix)
Today I approached the checkout lane, carefully counting the items in my basket. Ten. Yippeee. Express lane qualified! Blue-haired elderly lady ahead of me had one item: a large onion, the largest I'd ever seen. "This will be fast," I thought.
Wrong.
The cashier weighed that onion and called out "3.40".
"What? The sign said five for a dollar!"
At this point the front end manager, who had overheard her shriek, approached. He said, "Ma'am, we've always sold onions by weight."
"It said five for a dollar! That's twenty cents each!"
Front end manager: "I'll check".
We all waited while he walked to produce section. He came back and said, "you read the sign for the avocados next to the onions. They are five for a dollar."
I'm scared. This is my future. Don't get old, kiddies.
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