The School Girl and I went to the local Kroger the other day for our semi-regular supermarket sweep. A couple of things stand out in my mind from this trip.
We saw an interesting item on the outskirts of the produce department. It was a whole bit of horseradish (that I pronounce incorrectly as “horsh-radis”). I asked aloud about the name of this item, more specifically as to how it came about obtaining the moniker. The wife had no idea so I posed the following theory:
me: Maybe it’s named this because it is a type of root-ish thing just like a radish…and because it’s shaped like a horse penis. Maybe?
The School Girl: Uhh, I doubt it. **shakes head** **rolls eyes**
Near the end of our excursion the cart had become overflowing with grocerial matter and we scooted into the checkout lane of a seemingly nice young man who appeared to be closed or closing. He was nice enough to scan our stuff even though we had more than enough to fill the conveyor belt. Eventually, he handed me my receipt and he made me feel a bit piggish.
Check out boy: Wow, and this isn’t even the biggest grocery bill I’ve had tonight!
How wonderful. Maybe we should consider getting less stuff next week…or going more frequently.
