So it was just another quick errand to the store because I had a craving for the taste of sourdough dipped into an olive oil and balsamic vinegar mixture. Securing some sourdough, I quick-marched to the opposite end of the store to check on the grapes. But same as the last couple of weeks, the grapes weren't sweet or firm, so I grabbed a couple of apricots to put in my daughter's lunch. I noticed members of what I assumed were an extended family hovering over a nearly empty bin of corn, mainly because they were being a little loud. Hunter-gathers, I thought, probably because I am reading a book about Vikings and I am now more educated about pre-historic Scandinavia then I was last week.
A store employee was rushing by, and the patriarch of the group called out, asking if there was any more corn in the back. The employee responded that she didn't work in this department but would go have someone check.
"Well, I know you work in a union...." I looked at the guy, thinking "What???"
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