The bagger was helping me load my trunk--yeah, they do that around here--and he pulled out a bag that had two pieces of cold fried chicken from the deli case in it, and asked if I wanted it up front with me.
Let's think about that.
Shall I drive home eating fried chicken? Not chicken fingers, chicken on the bone. At 10:30 in the morning? In my big winter coat and gloves and hat?
Sheesh.
Maybe he thought it was my, uh... lunch. For work. Or something.
I still can't get over the mental image of myself driving home, gnawing on a big, cold, chicken breast, with the breading falling all over my coat. The mere thought makes me want to go jump on the Wii Fit. (This calls for my Mii userpic.)
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At least it was funny.
And the lunch work thing makes sense.
I think they do that so people don't leave carts in the parking lot.
..don't leave carts in the parking lot and so they don't steal them. Not that I'm sure what to do with a cart, but..
I think I just ruined my keyboard with the tea that made a rapid exit
That's funny
Probably thought it was your lunch for work
And seriously, I have eaten chicken in the car whilst driving lol
I was just really hungry lol
Our car is 10 yrs. old and has ~400K miles. The new-car smell is no longer an issue.
I love that you have a favorite grocery store on your route. We always seem to stop at the same fast food places when we're traveling between our place and my SO's parents. Maybe we should try somewhere different. They're always so disappointing.
There's this hamburger joint next to an small full service gas station, middle of nowhere Louisiana, that makes the BEST flame-broiled burgers... The tricky part is remembering where these places are. Was it exit two or ten?