Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Little Story | Posted on 26-02-2014
Tags: food shopping, groceries, shopping, what a sap!
You really can’t take me grocery shopping without me feeling sorry for something. A bruised apple, I’ll buy it. A carton of eggs with one egg cracked, I’ll buy them. A dented can of tomatoes, I’ll buy it. I am such a sap!
I mean, who else is going to buy that stuff? I feel sorry for damaged food. (Except not milk that is about to expire. I stay way the hell away from that. If I get the slightest whiff of milk going bad, glug, glug, glug, down the sink it goes without even thinking.)
The other day when I was grocery shopping, there was a section of Valentines stuff that didn’t sell and was on clearance. Yuck, who wants that crap?? Not me. But wait.
Something caught my eye. A purple-and-pink stuffed Valentine monster. All by itself.
Except, not anymore.
That purple-and-pink stuffed Valentine monster, bruised apple, cracked eggs, and dented can of tomatoes all came home with me that day.